The Great War

from Retrogression and Other Poems: Electronic Edition

To a Strenuous Critic

You scorn as idle—you who praise

Each posturing hero of the herd—

The lofty bearing of a phrase,

The noble countenance of a word.

"This has no import for the age!"

And so your votive wreaths you heap

On him who brought unto our Stage

A mightier dulness o'er the deep.

Great Heaven! When these with clamour

shrill

Drift out to Lethe's harbour bar,

A verse of Lovelace shall be still

As vivid as a pulsing star.