What of his meaning?—Strive for an hour—

Posies unreal, grapes that are sour!

No neatness, completeness, O lyrical mummer!

Panting for vagueness, unmusical strummer!

Breathe o’er thy lyre,

Apollo! and thence

Into his mire

Throw life, throw sense,

Throw sense!

H. W. Hancock.