The Lion is a kingly beast.

Arisen from the dead.I thought to. find him in an echoing cave;For so my dream had said.I went down into the desertTo meet John the Baptist.I walked with feet that bled,Seeking that prophet lean and brown and bold.I spied foul fiends instead.I went down into the desertTo meet my God.By him be comforted.I went down…

Is this Sir Philip Sidney, this loud clown,The darling of the glad and gaping town?This is that dubious hero of the pressWhose slangy tongue and insolent addressWere spiced to rouse on Sunday afternoonThe man with yellow journals round him strewn.We laughed and dozed, then roused and read again,And vowed O. Henry funniest of men.He always…

Gave command to her cricket-bandTo play for her when the dew-drops fell.But the cold dew spoiled their instrumentsAnd they play for the foolish queen no more.Instead those sturdy malcontentsPlay sharps and flats in my kitchen floor.

It surely is a scalawagA-scamping down the page.A pretty little May-windThe morning buds uncurling.And then the white sweet Russian,The dancer of the age.Your pen’s the Queen of Sheba,Such serious questions bringing,That merry rascal SolomonWould show a sober face:—And then again PavlovaTo set our spirits singing,The snowy-swan bacchanteAll glamour, glee and grace.

I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.Man is a curious brute — he pets his fancies —Fighting mankind, to win sweet luxury.So he will be, tho’ law be clear as crystal,Tho’ all men plan to live in harmony.Come, let us vote against our human nature,Crying to…

Chasing the deacon who stole the cow.He runs and tumbles, he tumbles and runs.He sees big white men with dogs and guns.He falls down flat. He turns to stare—No cats, no dogs, and no men there.But black shadows, grey shadows, green shadows come.The wind says, ‘Miau!’ and the rain says, ‘Hum!’He goes straight home. He…