(A FRAGMENT)
THOU strainest through the mountain fern, A most exiguously thin Burn.
For all thy foam, for all thy din, Thee shall the pallid lake inurn, With well-a-day for Mr. Swin-Burne!
Take then this quarto in thy fin And, O thou stoker huge and stern, The whole affair, outside and in, Burn!
But save the true poetic kin, The works of Mr. Robert Burn'
And William Wordsworth upon Tin-Tern!