Here he comes, big with statistics, Troubled and sharp about fac's. He has heap of the Form that is thinkable''" The stuff that is feeling, he lacks. Do you envy this whiskered absurdity, With pince-nez and clerical tie? Poor fellow, he's blind of a sympathy! I'd rather be blind of an eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR THE CLERKS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE OLD CUMBERLAND BEGGAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A CHRISTMAS HYMN by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE TROPHY GUNS by LEVI BISHOP GOOD-BYE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT DISSECTION OF A BEAU'S HEAD by JOHN BYROM |