Envy, Hatred,
and Malice





Let us praise Such an One,
Give him commendation
Sincere for labour done—
As honour to the nation.
Such elevation,
Such perfect taste, was never known before;
Our ranks admit one poet more,
'Mid universal acclamation.

Such an One is elevated
To the gods,
Even to the demi-gods.
Such an One is crowned king,
Self and friends
Chew the cud of bitter feeling
Wondering
By what ends
These strange vermin come to stealing
Bay-leaves here and there to make
Forged false wreaths, for sure 'tis odd
How the world a man may take
For a god.
(Even for a demi-god!)

Such an One is gone—there rises
Such Another:
With old thoughts in newer guises
Born to smother
Such an One's productions.
Welcomed is he just as loudly,
Trails his mantle just as proudly.
Whence I draw
My deductions
That many and many a poet more,
Ere I lie beneath the sods,
I shall witness swell and soar
To the gods,
Even to the demi-gods!