UNDER THE SPEAKER'S GALLERY <br /> <br />In all the comedy of human things <br />What is more mirthful than for those, who sit <br />Far from the great world's vain imaginings, <br />To mingle in its war of words and wit, <br />A listener here, when Greek meets Greek, Fox Pitt, <br />At question--time in the Queen's Parliament? <br />'Tis the arena of old Rome. Here meet <br />More than mere Dacians on mere slaughter bent. <br /> <br />Yonder and close to Mr. Speaker's chair, <br />Enfolding all things in a net of words, <br />Stands our first gymnast. Let the rest beware. <br />The Tory Stafford, with voice sweet as bird's, <br />Shall answer him anon, or bolder borne <br />And if luck favours, from the nether herds <br />A voice of patriot wrath shall rise in scorn, <br />Or even young Cassius blow his windy horn.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-idler-s-calendar-twelve-sonnets-for-the-months-february/
