Thy pardon, Adonais, pray,
That on this memorable morning
We twist those lovely lines astray,
As modish maid, her charms adorning
A trail may twine of eglantine
Into the formal "set" of Fashion.
Yet wouldst thou gladly lend thy line
To present need; for patriot passion,
Love of the little sea-girt land,
Has ever fired our English singers.