Then spin my shroud out of that golden skein
Thou call’st thy tresses! I shall stay thee not—
My struggles were but vain!
But shall I see thee far beyond the sun,
When the new dawn lights empyrean scenes?
What matters now? I know the poem’s done,
And wonder what the dickens it all means!
Judy. July 21, 1880.
Here is another parody of Mr. C. S. Calverley’s style:—