Can the cold grease from off the dirty plate
Make thee forget the ice-box of thy prime,
And soon, among the refuse-cans, thy fate
Blot out the gay fork-music of old time?
Ah well! all music has its awkward flats—
And after all, there are the alley-cats!
V. PORTRAIT OF THE INCOMPARABLE JOHN COWPER POWYS, ESQ.
When first the rebel hosts were hurled
From heaven,—and as they downward sped
Flashed by them world on glimmering world