Above: Oscar Wilde
My great-grandfather’s opinion in this matter does not reflect my thinking.
KENNETH RANDOLPH TAYLOR
Thou mystic spell, if Muse or no,
That makes my youthful spirits glow,
And wakes within my heart a spell
Of thoughts sublime,
And feelings I can’t hope to tell
In my crude rhyme.
Now be thou of the sacred Nine
That tunes these weakly lays of mine,
Or but a school-boy’s whimpering fancies,
I wont conjecture,
Hear while prosaic sense advances
A certain lecture.
You know this frantic chap that’s styled,
And most appropriately, as “Wilde,”
Tho’ I think that a better name
Would be “darn fool,”
If I may judge him by his fame–
And that’s the rule.
He’s raving crazed about a lot
Of fool’ry, e’en he don’t know what,
With intellectual grunts and squirms,
And mental tugs;
He’s given birth to long…
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