More Verse Author of Sca. Verse … Old numbers will stand fast … The Strgeanr. - 192I - ACKNOWLEDGEMENT No acknowledgement is legally necessary for any of these verses published in magazines since July I, 1912, when the Copyright Act of I g1 I came into force. A few of them were first printed, however, before that date and in any caae the Editors of the Cornhill Magazine, the London Mcrcury, the Westminsrcr Coaettt, the Cambridge A fagazinc, the Evening News, and the Englis hwoncn, must have my gratitude, and share some of the responsibility. CONTENTS PACB Shipcome-In . 9 Cautionary Rhyme for Young Visitors . 14 The Cheerful Chilterns . 15 Thc Glory of Early Rising . . 19 hly Princess a hIedley . . 20 Manners hlakyth Money . 24 Sing a Song of Sixpence Chaucerian . . 26 Blankshire 27 Beauty at the Helm . 30 The Life of Shakespearc in Limericks Foundations . Corinna Goes a-Singing . AVelshHoliday . The Lady–or the She-Bear . Science Progress 32 m 35 36 38 39 I. The Scientists April 42 11. A Cradle Song 111. Britannic Salt . 49 45 Two Sonnets I. His Hirsutc Suit . 46 11. The Aeronaut to his Lady 47 Composite Parodies I. By Rudyard Keats . 11. By Algernon Charles Wordsworth 111. By Elizabeth Barrett Hemans . All the Airs a Stage . A Ballad of Randolph Earl of Chester . Blue Dragon I1 Valedictory . A Thrush at Bisley Lewis Guns . In Memoriam AmiA . Vision . . Shipcome-In. A FOOL there was, with his way to win, And never a sign of a wisdom-tooth, Who wrote, in the confidence of youth, Some lines called When my Ship Comes In. The morbid may find them buried between The leaves of a certain magazine iVhich I would name, if it tverc not for The modesty of its editor. But now that hes cometo forty year, With placens uxw and familia, Times wingd chariot, hurrying near, Bids him revise his juvenilia. And, looking back, it appears to me That the Ship that boys eyes longed to see Was laden chiefly with L.S.D., And his vapourings took-it is sad, but true- An individualistic view. That slugabed, with his egoist creed, His feudal idea of a serf to weed, And his favourite books on a plain deal shclf- A faux maigre hermit stuffed with Self A man of forty smiles, of course, To think how that centripetal force 9 Swayed-and sways-the folly and fun Of feckless lads of twenty-one. Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin, That never has known a barbers shear, Wait till your Ships start coming in– Scattered the skittles, and small the beer That isnt quite what I meant to say I see Ive given my secret away. The fact is, while the Parcae spin, Ships have never done coming in. Until he comes to his very last gasp, A mans reach must exceed his grasp And on the horizon, where high hopeFdrown, Theres always another Ship, hull-down. Was yesterdays cargo nothing but sorrow - Theres always another Ship, to-morrow… . So follows, for any who feel inclined, Lloyds Register for the undersigned. Ship Number One, on her quarter-deck, Bore a miraculous pen-earned cheque But down in the hold there awaited me A scrap of paper called Schedule D. The next Ship might be called my second, But didnt come in, so cannot be rcckoned 10 Dancing over the tvaves she came, And I signalled her-was I much to blame - But she gybed, and bore away from the quay I suppose I was not the consignee… . But she carried a bit of my heart away Which didnt come back for many a day- Until, indeed, 1 found her in tow Of abold sea-rover I happen to know…