The Giants and the Elves
It is enough to make
Laughter, or tears, gush from the stone.
When, in an island where.
On meadow and copse, could break
Chaucer, that other April; where alone
Earth could conceive and bear
Shakespeare, where Milton reigned on awe-
And Dryden governed from more mundane
All perfect masters of their perfect tools,
And royally skilled to take
From each its utmost yield of service fair,
I am put off with posturing fools
Who in such presences cackle all day of Blake.
William Watson. Retrogression and Other Poems. London: John Lane, The Bodley Head, 1917.