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!