As long I dwell on some stupendous <br /> And tremendous (Heaven defend us!) <br /> Monstr'-inform'-ingens-horrendous <br /> Demoniaco-seraphic <br /> Penman's latest piece of graphic. <br /> BROWNING. <br /> Will there never come a season <br /> Which shall rid us from the curse <br /> Of a prose which knows no reason <br /> And an unmelodious verse: <br /> When the world shall cease to wonder <br /> At the genius of an Ass, <br /> And a boy's eccentric blunder <br /> Shall not bring success to pass: <br /> When mankind shall be delivered <br /> From the clash of magazines, <br /> And the inkstand shall be shivered <br /> Into countless smithereens: <br /> When there stands a muzzled stripling, <br /> Mute, beside a muzzled bore: <br /> When the Rudyards cease from kipling <br /> And the Haggards Ride no more.<br /><br />James Kenneth Stephen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-r-k/
