The Great War

from Retrogression and Other Poems: Electronic Edition


"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."