A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. * * * * * The following parody is taken from _Odd Echoes from Oxford_, 1872. A FAREWELL. _After sleeping in the Argyle Hotel, Dunoon._ Bite on, thou pertinacious flea, And draw the tiny river; No more for thee my blood shall be, For ever and for ever. Bite, fiercely bite, and take with glee From each unwilling giver; No food for thee my blood shall be, For ever and for ever. And here will toss some wretched he, And here he'll tear and shiver; Bed-making she will hunt the flea For ever and for ever. A thousand limbs may smart for thee, A thousand skins may quiver; But not for thee my blood shall be, For ever and for ever. A still closer imitation of the versification of the original is contained in _The Shotover Papers_, published in Oxford in 1874. Rise up, cold reverend, to a see, Confound the unbeliever! Yet ne'er 'neath thee my seat will be For ever and for ever. Preach, softly preach, in lawn and be A comely model liver, But ne'er 'neath thee my seat shall be For ever and for ever. And here shall sleep thine alderman, And here thy pauper shiver, And here by thee shall buzz the "she," For ever and for ever. A thousand men shall sneer at thee, A thousand women quiver, But ne'er 'neath thee my seat shall be For ever and for ever. * * * * * ODE TO ALDGATE PUMP. Flow down, false rivulet, to the sea Thy sewage wave deliver; No longer will I quaff from thee For ever and for ever. The dust of citizens of yore, Who dwelt beside the river, And leakages of sewers pour Into thy stream for ever. A thousand hands may pump from thee, A thousand pails deliver Their sparkling draughts, but not to me For ever and for ever. Oh, let them lock thy nozzle up, And drain thee to the river; Nor any mortal fill his cup Again from thee for ever. From _Funny Folks_. * * * * * THE UNDERGRAD. His fists across his breast he laid, He was more mad than words can say; Bareheaded rushed the undergrad To mingle in November's fray. In cap and gown a don stepped down To meet and greet him on his way; "It is no wonder," said his friends, "He has been drinking half the day." All black and blue, like cloud and skies, Next day that proctor's face was seen; Bruised were his eyebrows, bruised his eyes, Bruised was his nose and pummelled mien. So dire a case, such black disgrace, Since Oxford was had never been; That undergrad took change of air At the suggestion of the dean.