SIR, In that small inch of time I stole, to look On th' obscure depths of your mysterious book, (Heav'n bless my eyesight!) what strains did I see! What steropegeretic Poetry! What hieroglyphic words, what [riddles] all, In letters more than cabalistical! We with our fingers may your verses scan, But all our noddles understand them can No more, than read that dungfork, pothook hand That in Queen's College Library does stand. The cutting hanger of your Wit I can't see, For that same scabbard that conceals your Fancy: Thus a black velvet casket hides a jewel; And a dark woodhouse, wholesome winter fuel; Thus John Tradeskin starves our greedy eyes, By boxing up his new-found rarities; We dread Actaeon's fate, dare not look on, When you do scower your skin in Helicon; We cannot (Lynceus-like) see through the wall Of your strong-mortar'd Poems; nor can all The small shot of our brains make one hole in The bulwark of your book, that fort to win. Open your meaning's door, O do not lock it! Undo the buttons of your smaller pocket, And charitably spend those angels there, Let them enrich and actuate our sphere. Take off our bongraces, and shine upon us, Though your resplendent beams should chance to tan us. Had you but stol'n your verses, then we might Hope in good time they would have come to light; And felt I not a strange poetic heat Flaming within, which reading makes me sweat, Vulcan should take 'em, and I'd not exempt 'em, Because they're things Quibus lumen ademptum. I thought to have commended something there, But all exceeds my commendations far: I can say nothing; but stand still, and stare, And cry, O wondrous, strange, profound, and rare. Vast Wits must fathom you better than thus, You merit more than our praise: as for us The beetles of our rhymes shall drive full fast in, The wedges of your worth to everlasting, My much Apocalyptic friend @3Sam. Austin.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAN IN A ROOM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS CREDO by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY CONSIDER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD: TRANSLATION by CAIUS PEDO ALBINOVANUS SPRING SONG by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT |