An easy gait—two, forty-five—

Suits me; I do not care;—

Perhaps, for just a single spurt,

Some seconds less would do no hurt.

Of pictures, I should like to own

Titians and Raphaels three or four—

I love so much their style and tone—

One Turner, and no more

(A landscape, foreground golden dirt,

The sunshine painted with a squirt).