And for awhile the study of those plates,
Wherein the sylvan beauties were portrayed,
Lifted my soul across the Dover straits,
Without a Boyton's aid.
* * *
Then swiftly rose another Voice, and burst:
"Aye, let them troll your ditties and applaud;—
'Twas I, Madame, preceded you, I first
Called poetry a fraud.
"I was Thérésa, and I saw what 'took,'