They hanged the poet up next day. It was a rare and curious treat; They never had seen so much meat Suspended, juicily, in May. They sat them down and made a feast, And, carving him, they sang his songs Of lovely girls, and shameful wrongs, And amorous customs in the East. But Gubbins, nosey man for pelf, Denounced their joyous foozaloo And piously dispersed the crew— Then ate the poet’s soul himself.... _Some Press Opinions of Mr. Goldring’s Verses._ _James Elroy Flecker_ (in _The Cambridge Review_): “Mr. Goldring is a young poet; his technique in these days, when so high a standard is set, is careless ... yet one feels that a book like his ‘Country Boy’ ought to sell thousands, not mere hundreds, so full it is of the joy of life, of modern love and sorrow. It is a book about the people, for the people. It is full of the magic of proper names: ‘And ere he went to London Our maidens pleased him well, As little Rose from Yeovil And dozens more can tell.’ Is there not all the honey and sweetness and summer of the West Country in the sound of her—‘little Rose from Yeovil.’ Could anything give the weariness of suburban pavements, yet make them sublime, better than this: ‘On through the dripping moonless night Up West End Lane and Frognal Rise, They trace their footsteps, by the light Of love that fills their weary eyes.’ For he knows, as all true modern poets know, that the world has become a fairy world again, and that the name of Camden Town can haunt us as much as Xanadu, nay more. We cannot place him with Mr. Yeats, Mr. Housman or Mr. Masefield: but he should be loved by thousands, and the student of the future will treasure his work as a document of fine English sentiment and feeling long after our Francis Thompson, our Watson and our Trench are forgotten.” _Birmingham Daily Post_: “If Mr. Douglas Goldring does not belie the promise of his first book, a good deal will be heard of him, and the attractively produced little volume before us will become precious to the collector. What matters above all else in a young poet is personality—individuality of feeling and outlook. Possessing this, his style may safely be left to develop itself; and this quality is unmistakably present on every page of ‘A Country Boy, and Other Poems.’... Already his individuality of vision is beginning to make its own music.” _Edward Thomas_: (In the London _Bookman_): “His book ‘Streets’ consists of experiments in capturing the soul, or one of the souls, of twenty or thirty London streets. In some he speaks of his own feeling towards them; in others he speaks for them as if he were an inhabitant. His methods vary almost as much as his streets, from the downright to the romantic, but he is invariably interesting, often brilliant.”