Of emulating Mr. Swinburne;
I feel wild, bitter things which I
Could ne'er express - and so won't try.
A slender wire with graceful span
Connected Tozer's room and mine,
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And many a helpful telegram
Has traversed that convenient line;
It signalled each approaching bevy,
It headed off the artful Levy.
We found it jolly! Every day
Some brilliant new device was hit on;
Sharp "Wake up, boy!" to disconcert,
Or kleptomaniac Goody sit on.
Till life became, like ballet throngs,
A pleasant group of shorts and longs.
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