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I	A
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What's become of Waring	B
Since he gave us all the slip	C
Chose land travel or seafaring	B
Boots and chest or staff and scrip	C
Rather than pace up and down	D
Any longer London town	D
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Who'd have guessed it from his lip	C
Or his brow's accustomed bearing	B
On the night he thus took ship	C
Or started landward little caring	B
For us it seems who supped together	E
Friends of his too I remember	E
And walked home through the merry weather	E
The snowiest in all December	E
I left his arm that night myself	F
For what's his name's the new prose poet	G
That wrote the book there on the shelf	F
How forsooth was I to know it	H
If Waring meant to glide away	I
Like a ghost at break of day	I
Never looked he half so gay	I
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He was prouder than the devil	J
How he must have cursed our revel	J
Ay and many other meetings	K
Indoor visits outdoor greetings	K
As up and down he paced this London	L
With no work done but great works undone	L
Where scarce twenty knew his name	M
Why not then have earlier spoken	L
Written bustled Who's to blame	M
If your silence kept unbroken	L
True but there were sundry jottings	K
Stray leaves fragments blurrs and blottings	K
Certain first steps were achieved	N
Already which is that your meaning	B
Had well borne out whoe'er believed	N
In more to come But who goes gleaning	B
Hedge side chance blades while full sheaved	N
Stand cornfields by him Pride o'erweening	B
Pride alone puts forth such claims	K
O'er the day's distinguished names	K
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Meantime how much I loved him	O
I find out now I've lost him	O
I who cared not if I moved him	O
Henceforth never shall get free	P
Of his ghostly company	P
His eyes that just a little wink	B
As deep I go into the merit	N
Of this and that distinguished spirit	N
His cheeks' raised colour soon to sink	B
As long I dwell on some stupendous	K
And tremendous Heaven defend us	K
Monstr' inform' ingens horrend ous	K
Demoniaco seraphic	B
Penman's latest piece of graphic	B
Nay my very wrist grows warm	Q
With his dragging weight of arm	R
E'en so swimmingly appears	K
Through one's after supper musings	K
Some lost Lady of old years	K
With her beauteous vain endeavour	E
And goodness unrepaid as ever	E
The face accustomed to refusings	K
We puppies that we were Oh never	E
Surely nice of conscience scrupled	N
Being aught like false forsooth to	N
Telling aught but honest truth to	N
What a sin had we centupled	N
Its possessor's grace and sweetness	K
No she heard in its completeness	K
Truth for truth's a weighty matter	E
And truth at issue we can't flatter	E
Well 'tis done with she's exempt	N
From damning us through such a sally	P
And so she glides as down a valley	P
Taking up with her contempt	N
Past our reach and in the flowers	K
Shut her unregarded hours	K
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Oh could I have him back once more	S
This Waring but one half day more	S
Back with the quiet face of yore	S
So hungry for acknowledgment	N
Like mine I'd fool him to his bent	N
Feed should not he to heart's content	N
I'd say to only have conceived	N
Your great works though they ne'er make progress	K
Surpasses all we've yet achieved	N
I'd lie so I should be believed	N
I'd make such havoc of the claims	K
Of the day's distinguished names	K
To feast him with as feasts an ogress	K
Her sharp toothed golden crowned child	N
Or as one feasts a creature rarely	P
Captured here unreconciled	N
To capture and completely gives	K
Its pettish humours licence barely	P
Requiring that it lives	K
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Ichabod Ichabod	N
The glory is departed	N
Travels Waring East away	I
Who of knowledge by hearsay	I
Reports a man upstarted	N
Somewhere as a God	N
Hordes grown European hearted	N
Millions of the wild made tame	M
On a sudden at his fame	M
In Vishnu land what Avatar	T
Or who in Moscow toward the Czar	T
With the demurest of footfalls	I
Over the Kremlin's pavement bright	N
With serpentine and syenite	N
Steps with five other generals	I
That simultaneously take snuff	U
For each to have pretext enough	U
To kerchiefwise unfurl his sash	V
Which softness' self is yet the stuff	U
To hold fast where a steel chain snaps	I
And leave the grand white neck no gash	V
Waring in Moscow to those rough	U
Cold northern natures borne perhaps	I
Like the lambwhite maiden dear	W
From the circle of mute kings	I
Unable to repress the tear	X
Each as his sceptre down he flings	I
To Dian's fane at Taurica	B
Where now a captive priestess she alway	I
Mingles her tender grave Hellenic speech	Y
With theirs tuned to the hailstone beaten beach	Y
As pours some pigeon from the myrrhy lands	I
Rapt by the whirlblast to fierce Scythian strands	I
Where bred the swallows her melodious cry	A
Amid their barbarous twitter	E
In Russia Never Spain were fitter	E
Ay most likely 'tis in Spain	Z
That we and Waring meet again	A2
Now while he turns down that cool narrow lane	Z
Into the blackness out of grave Madrid	N
All fire and shine abrupt as when there's slid	N
Its stiff gold blazing pall	B2
From some black coffin lid	N
Or best of all	C2
I love to think	B
The leaving us was just a feint	N
Back here to London did he slink	B
And now works on without a wink	B
Of sleep and we are on the brink	B
Of something great in fresco paint	N
Some garret's ceiling walls and floor	S
Up and down and o'er and o'er	E
He splashes as none splashed before	S
Since great Caldara Polidore	S
Or Music means this land of ours	I
Some favour yet to pity won	L
By Purcell from his Rosy Bowers	I
Give me my so long promised son	L
Let Waring end what I begun	L
Then down he creeps and out he steals	I
Only when the night conceals	I
His face in Kent 'tis cherry time	D2
Or hops are picking or at prime	D2
Of March he wanders as too happy	P
Years ago when he was young	B
Some mild eve when woods grew sappy	P
And the early moths had sprung	B
To life from many a trembling sheath	E2
Woven the warm boughs beneath	E2
While small birds said to themselves	I
What should soon be actual song	B
And young gnats by tens and twelves	I
Made as if they were the throng	B
That crowd around and carry aloft	N
The sound they have nursed so sweet and pure	S
Out of a myriad noises soft	N
Into a tone that can endure	S
Amid the noise of a July noon	F2
When all God's creatures crave their boon	F2
All at once and all in tune	F2
And get it happy as Waring then	A2
Having first within his ken	A2
What a man might do with men	A2
And far too glad in the even glow	G2
To mix with your world he meant to take	B
Into his hand he told you so	G2
And out of it his world to make	B
To contract and to expand	N
As he shut or oped his hand	N
Oh Waring what's to really be	P
A clear stage and a crowd to see	P
Some Garrick say out shall not he	P
The heart of Hamlet's mystery pluck	B
Or where most unclean beasts are rife	H2
Some Junius am I right shall tuck	B
His sleeve and out with flaying knife	H2
Some Chatterton shall have the luck	B
Of calling Rowley into life	H2
Some one shall somehow run amuck	B
With this old world for want of strife	H2
Sound asleep contrive contrive	I2
To rouse us Waring Who's alive	I2
Our men scarce seem in earnest now	J2
Distinguished names but 'tis somehow	J2
As if they played at being names	I
Still more distinguished like the games	I
Of children Turn our sport to earnest	N
With a visage of the sternest	N
Bring the real times back confessed	N
Still better than our very best	N
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II	A
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When I last saw Waring	B
How all turned to him who spoke	B
You saw Waring Truth or joke	B
In land travel or seafaring	B
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We were sailing by Triest	N
Where a day or two we harboured	N
A sunset was in the West	N
When looking over the vessel's side	N
One of our company espied	N
A sudden speck to larboard	N
And as a sea duck flies and swins	I
At once so came the light craft up	P
With its sole lateen sail that trims	I
And turns the water round its rims	I
Dancing as round a sinking cup	P
And by us like a fish it curled	N
And drew itself up close beside	N
Its great sail on the instant furled	N
And o'er its planks a shrill voice cried	N
A neck as bronzed as a Lascar's	I
'Buy wine of us you English Brig	B
Or fruit tobacco and cigars	I
A Pilot for you to Triest	N
Without one look you ne'er so big	B
They'll never let you up the bay	I
We natives should know best '	-
I turned and 'just those fellows' way '	-
Our captain said 'The long shore thieves	I
Are laughing at us in their sleeves '	-
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In truth the boy leaned laughing back	B
And one half hidden by his side	N
Under the furled sail soon I spied	N
With great grass hat and kerchief black	B
Who looked up with his kingly throat	N
Said somewhat while the other shook	B
His hair back from his eyes to look	B
Their longest at us then the boat	N
I know not how turned sharply round	N
Laying her whole side on the sea	I
As a leaping fish does from the lee	I
Into the weather cut somehow	J2
Her sparkling path beneath our bow	J2
And so went off as with a bound	N
Into the rose and golden half	K2
Of the sky to overtake the sun	L
And reach the shore like the sea calf	K2
Its singing cave yet I caught one	L
Glance ere away the boat quite passed	N
And neither time nor toil could mar	S
Those features so I saw the last	N
Of Waring You Oh never star	S
Was lost here but it rose afar	S
Look East where whole new thousands are	S
In Vishnu land what Avatar	S