Telleth of a young man that fain would be fairly tattooed on his flesh, after the heathen manner, in devices of blue, and that, falling among the Dyacks, a folk of Borneo, was by them tattooed in modern fashion and device, and of his misery that fell upon him, and his outlawry. @3HE said,@1 The China on the shelf Is very fair to view, And wherefore should mine outer self, Not correspond thereto? In blue My frame I must tattoo. Where may tattooing men abound, And ah, where might they be? Nay, well I wot they are not found In lands of Christentie, (@3Quoth he@1) But I must cross the sea! So forth he sailed to Borneo, (A land that culture lacks,) And there his money did bestow To purchase pricks and hacks, (Dyacks Are famed tattooing blacks.) But European commerce had Debased the savage kind, And they this most unhappy lad Before (and eke behind) Designed In colours to their mind! Such awful colours as are blent On terrible placards Where flames the fierce advertisement Yea, or on Christmas cards (Not Ward's, But common Christmas cards!) Thus never more to Chelsea might The luckless boy return, He knew himself too dreadful, quite, A thing his friends would spurn, And turn To praise some Grecian urn! But still he dwells in Borneo, A land that culture lacks, And there they all admire him so, They bring him heads in sacks, Dyacks Are @3not@1 æsthetic blacks! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONFESSIONAL by ROBERT BROWNING TO THE FRINGED GENTIAN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO OUR BLESSED LADY (1) by HENRY CONSTABLE NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE FOOL'S ADVENTURE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE WINDS OF LIFE by MARJORIE DUGDALE ASHE |