Staggerall

"WHAT, a new Milton? But I've seen
So many sail the æther keen.
Orbed like the haloed summer moon.
To drop like the collapsed balloon."

"Too true! But not as these, shall fall
The incomparable Staggerall!
Counterfeits they, wound up to sing,
He, the divine authentic thing."

"Then laud and love him—and to-day
Let him enjoy what fame he may,
But do not, 'neath to-morrow's sky,
Stone him with stones until he die."

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