For the match now proceeding
Betwixt those two leading
And infantile billiard antagonists, Newman and Gray!
O, how shall I sing of thee, loved of immortals?
Remember what breaks of thy boon have been born?
Or describe how the dreams that go out at thy portals
Are true by the test of the amethyst morn,
Whilst the hopes that encumber
Our profitless slumber
Fare forth through the bonzoline exit—I should say the horn?