AUTHORS of modern date are wealthy fellows; -- 'Tis but to snip his locks and follow Now the golden-haired Apollo Invoking Plutus to blow up the bellows Of inspiration, they distil The rhymes and novels which cajole us, Not from the Heliconian rill, But from the waters of Pactolus. Before this golden age of writers, A Grub-street Garreteer existed, One of the regular inditers Of odes and poems to be twisted Into encomiastic verses, For patrons who have heavy purses. Besides the Bellman's rhymes, he had Others to let both gay and sad, All ticketed from A to Izzard; And living by his wits, I need not add, The rogue was lean as any lizard. Like a rope-maker's were his ways, For still one line upon another He spun, and, like his hempen brother, Kept going backwards all his days. Hard by his attic lived a Chemist, Or Alchemist, who had a mighty Faith in the Elixir Vitae; And though unflattered by the dimmest Glimpses of success, kept groping And grubbing in his dark vocation, Stupidly hoping To find the art of changing metals, And guineas coin from pots and kettles, By mystery of transmutation. Our starving poet took occasion To seek this conjuror's abode; Not with encomiastic ode, Or laudatory dedication, But with an offer to impart, For twenty pounds, the secret art, Which should procure, without the pain Of metals, chemistry, and fire, What he so long had sought in vain, And gratify his heart's desire. The money paid, our bard was hurried To the philosopher's sanctorum, Who, somewhat sublimized and flurried Out of his chemical decorum, Crowed, capered, giggled, seemed to spurn his Crucibles, retort, and furnace, And cried as he secured the door, And carefully put to the shutter, "Now, now, the secret I implore; For God's sake speak, discover, utter!" With grave and solemn air the Poet Cried -- "List -- oh, list! for thus I show it: -- Let this plain truth those ingrates strike, Who still, though blessed, new blessings crave, That we may all have what we like, Simply by liking what we have!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS AND THE POET (FOR SARA TEASDALE) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SPRING ON BROADWAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ROMANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SILVER ANNIVERSARY by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL WINTER BURIAL by HENRY BELLAMANN BABEL FALLS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO MR. D'URFEY, UPON HIS INCOMPARABLE BALLADS CALL'D BY HIM LYRIC ODES by THOMAS (TOM) BROWN |