Momus

 "Where's the need of singing now?"-- 
Smooth your brow, 
Momus, and be reconciled.
 
For king Kronos is a child-- 
Child and father, 
Or god rather, 
And all gods are wild.


"Who reads Byron any more?"-- 
Shut the door 
Momus, for I feel a draught; 
Shut it quick, for some one laughed.
-- 
What's become of 
Browning? Some of 
Wordsworth lumbers like a raft?

"What are poets to find here?"-- 
Have no fear: 
When the stars are shining blue 
There will yet be left a few 
Themes availing-- 
And these failing, 
Momus, there'll be you.

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