There quite other views prevail.
Life is Foaming, Life is Frantic,
Here the dagger, there the bowl;
“Stick at nothing that’s romantic!”
Says my Printer to my Soul.
Not to live as boys and girls would
Is our men’s and maidens’ way;
But to act as if in Earlswood
You might find them any day.
Write of fire, and flood, and battle,