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Words that off the course would tear,

Bit in teeth, in turmoil flocking.

Yes: it's monstrous—shameful—shocking—

Brave old warrior. But beware!

Don't retort with haste or passion;

Meet the squalls in sailor fashion,

Mainsail reefed and mast nigh bare;

Then, when safe beyond disaster

You may press him fiercer, faster,

Close and show yourself his master,

Once the wind is smooth and fair!

O thou who first of the Greeks did build great words to heaven-high towers,

And the essence of tragedy-padding distilled, give vent to thy pent-up showers.

I freely admit that I take it amiss, and I think my anger is just,

At having to answer a man like this. Still, lest I should seem nonplussed,

Pray, tell me on what particular ground a poet should claim admiration?

If his art is true, and his counsel sound; and if he brings help to the nation,

By making men better in some respect.