The hierophants of pure romance, ev'n in its recent mood,
From Stevenson to Conrad, such excesses have eschewed;
But the psycho-pathologic route was neither mapped nor buoyed
Until the new discoveries of Messrs. Jung and Freud.
That fiction should be tonic all may readily agree;
That its function is emetic I, for one, could never see;
And so I'm glad to find The Times Lit. Supp. has grown annoyed
At the undiscriminating cult of Messrs. Jung and Freud.
Let earnest "educationists" assiduously preach
The value of psychology in training those who teach;