It, as a boat in measured waves, should rock,
For sweet Iambic should (if given play)
Appear as island palm trees moved to sway
As children dare, should tick give chase to tock.
The images (if dancing to the 'clock')
Should imitate the flow of night and day
As Nature (rhythm keeping) has her way,
E'en as the waves with what defines the dock.
Ah, get in touch with Nature (if you will)
And set in motion what should please the soul
Or bid it dance to what attests to skill.
Let language (falling 'neath the bard's control)
Induce that trance wherein sweet Art may thrill
Those led to wonder, or, if moved, extol!