“There comes Poe, with his raven, like Barnaby Rudge, Three fifths of him genius and two fifths sheer fudge; Who talks like a book of iambs and pentameters, In a way to make people of common sense damn metres; Who has written some things quite the best of their kind, But the heart somehow seems all squeezed out by the mind, Who--But hey-day! What’s this? Messieurs Mathews and Poe, You mustn’t fling mud-balls at Longfellow so, Does it make a man worse that his character’s such As to make his friends love him (as you think) too much? Why, there is not a bard at this moment alive More willing than he that his fellows should thrive; While you are abusing him thus, even now He would help either one of you out of a slough; You may say that he’s smooth and all that till you’re hoarse, But remember that elegance also is force; After polishing granite as much as you will, The heart keeps its tough old persistency still; Deduct all you can, _that_ still keeps you at bay; Why, he’ll live till men weary of Collins and Gray. I’m not over-fond of Greek metres in English, To me rhyme’s a gain, so it be not too jinglish, And your modern hexameter verses are no more Like Greek ones than sleek Mr. Pope is like Homer; As the roar of the sea to the coo of a pigeon is, So, compared to your moderns, sounds old Melesigenes; I may be too partial, the reason, perhaps, o ’tis That I’ve heard the old blind man recite his own rhapsodies, And my ear with that music impregnate may be, Like the poor exiled shell with the soul of the sea, Or as one can’t bear Strauss when his nature is cloven To its deeps within deeps by the stroke of Beethoven; But, set that aside, and ’tis truth that I speak, Had Theocritus written in English, not Greek, I believe that his exquisite sense would scarce change a line In that rare, tender, virgin-like pastoral, Evangeline. That’s not ancient nor modern, its place is apart Where time has no sway, in the realm of pure Art, ’Tis a shrine of retreat from Earth’s hubbub and strife As quiet and chaste as the author’s own life.