Thou Strainest Through The Mountain Fern

 THOU strainest through the mountain fern,
A most exiguously thin Burn.

For all thy foam, for all thy din,
Thee shall the pallid lake inurn,
With well-a-day for Mr.
 Swin-Burne!
Take then this quarto in thy fin
And, O thou stoker huge and stern,
The whole affair, outside and in,
Burn!
But save the true poetic kin,
The works of Mr.
 Robert Burn'
And William Wordsworth upon Tin-Tern!

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