(H. D. Rawnsley.)
III
"HOW SHALL I PAINT THEE?—BE THIS NAKED STONE"
How shall I paint thee?—Be this naked stone
My seat, while I give way to such intent;
Pleased could my verse, a speaking monument,
Make to the eyes of men thy features known.
But as of all those tripping lambs not one
Outruns his fellows, so hath Nature lent
To thy beginning nought that doth present