Bert Leston Taylor

Or ever a lick of Art was done, Or ever a one to care, I was a Purple Polygon,

Provoked By Calverley's "Forever" "Farewell!" Another gloomy word As ever into language crept.

If I go to see the play, Of the story I am certain; Promptly it gets under way

I cannot tell you how I love The canvases of Mr. Dove, Which Saturday I went to see