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〃He said： 'You pride yourself too much
On your creation。 Is it such？
〃'Surely the hand of God it is
That conjured so； and only His！ …
〃'Disclosing by the frost and rain
Forms your invention chased in vain；
〃'Hence the devices deemed so great
You copied； and did not create。'
〃I feel the abbot's words are just；
And that all thanks renounce I must。
〃Can a man welcome praise and pelf
For hatching art that hatched itself？ 。 。 。
〃So； I shall own the deft design
Is Heaven's outshaping； and not mine。〃
〃What！〃 said she。 〃Praise your works ensure
To throw away； and quite obscure
〃Your beaming and beneficent star？
Better you leave things as they are！
〃Why； think awhile。 Had not your zest
In your loved craft curtailed your rest …
〃Had you not gone there ere the day
The sun had melted all away！〃
… But； though his good wife argued so；
The mason let the people know
That not unaided sprang the thought
Whereby the glorious fane was wrought；
But that by frost when dawn was dim
The method was disclosed to him。
〃Yet；〃 said the townspeople thereat；
〃'Tis your own doing； even with that！〃
But hechafed； childlike； in extremes …
The temperament of men of dreams …
Aloofly scrupled to admit
That he did aught but borrow it；
And diffidently made request
That with the abbot all should rest。
… As none could doubt the abbot's word；
Or question what the church averred；
The mason was at length believed
Of no more count than he conceived；
And soon began to lose the fame
That late had gathered round his name 。 。 。
… Time passed； and like a living thing
The pile went on embodying；
And workmen died； and young ones grew；
And the old mason sank from view
And Abbots Wygmore and Staunton went
And Horton sped the embellishment。
But not till years had far progressed
Chanced it that； one day； much impressed；
Standing within the well…graced aisle；
He asked who first conceived the style；
And some decrepit sage detailed
How； when invention nought availed；
The cloud…cast waters in their whim
Came down； and gave the hint to him
Who struck each arc； and made each mould；
And how the abbot would not hold
As sole begetter him who applied
Forms the Almighty sent as guide；
And how the master lost renown；
And wore in death no artist's crown。
… Then Horton； who in inner thought
Had more perceptions than he taught；
Replied： 〃Nay； art can but transmute；
Invention is not absolute；
〃Things fail to spring from nought at call；
And art…beginnings most of all。
〃He did but what all artists do；
Wait upon Nature for his cue。〃
… 〃Had you been here to tell them so
Lord Abbot； sixty years ago；
〃The mason； now long underground；
Doubtless a different fate had found。
〃He passed into oblivion dim；
And none knew what became of him！
〃His name？ 'Twas of some common kind
And now has faded out of mind。〃
The Abbot： 〃It shall not be hid！
I'll trace it。〃 。 。 。 But he never did。
… When longer yet dank death had wormed
The brain wherein the style had germed
From Gloucester church it flew afar …
The style called Perpendicular。 …
To Winton and to Westminster
It ranged； and grew still beautifuller：
From Solway Frith to Dover Strand
Its fascinations starred the land；
Not only on cathedral walls
But upon courts and castle halls；
Till every edifice in the isle
Was patterned to no other style；
And till； long having played its part；
The curtain fell on Gothic art。
… Well： when in Wessex on your rounds；
Take a brief step beyond its bounds；
And enter Gloucester： seek the quoin
Where choir and transept interjoin；
And； gazing at the forms there flung
Against the sky by one unsung …
The ogee arches transom…topped；
The tracery…stalks by spandrels stopped；
Petrified laceworklightly lined
On ancient massiveness behind …
Muse that some minds so modest be
As to renounce fame's fairest fee；
（Like him who crystallized on this spot
His visionings； but lies forgot；
And many a mediaeval one
Whose symmetries salute the sun）
While others boom a baseless claim；
And upon nothing rear a name。
THE JUBILEE OF A MAGAZINE
（To the Editor）
Yes； your up…dated modern page …
All flower…fresh； as it appears …
Can claim a time…tried lineage；
That reaches backward fifty years
（Which； if but short for sleepy squires；
Is much in magazines' careers）。
… Here； on your cover； never tires
The sower； reaper； thresher； while
As through the seasons of our sires
Each wills to work in ancient style
With seedlip； sickle； share and flail；
Though modes have since moved many a mile！
The steel…roped plough now rips the vale；
With cog and tooth the sheaves are won；
Wired wheels drum out the wheat like hail；
But if we ask； what has been done
To unify the mortal lot
Since your bright leaves first saw the sun；
Beyond mechanic furtherancewhat
Advance can rightness； candour； claim？
Truth bends abashed； and answers not。
Despite your volumes' gentle aim
To straighten visions wry and wrong；
Events jar onward much the same！
… Had custom tended to prolong；
As on your golden page engrained；
Old processes of blade and prong；
And best invention been retained
For high crusades to lessen tears
Throughout the race； the world had gained！ 。 。 。
But too much； this； for fifty years。
THE SATIN SHOES
〃If ever I walk to church to wed；
As other maidens use；
And face the gathered eyes；〃 she said；
〃I'll go in satin shoes！〃
She was as fair as early day
Shining on meads unmown；
And her sweet syllables seemed to play
Like flute…notes softly blown。
The time arrived when it was meet
That she should be a bride；
The satin shoes were on her feet；
Her father was at her side。
They stood within the dairy door；
And gazed across the green；
The church loomed on the distant moor；
But rain was thick between。
〃The grass…path hardly can be stepped；
The lane is like a pool！〃 …
Her dream is shown to be inept；
Her wish they overrule。
〃To go forth shod in satin soft
A coach would be required！〃
For thickest boots the shoes were doffed …
Those shoes her soul desired 。 。 。
All day the bride； as overborne；
Was seen to brood apart；
And that the shoes had not been worn
Sat heavy on her heart。
From her wrecked dream； as months flew on；
Her thought seemed not to range。
What ails the wife？〃 they said anon；
〃That she should be so strange？〃 。 。 。
Ahwhat coach comes with furtive glide …
A coach of closed…up kind？
It comes to fetch the last year's bride；
Who wanders in her mind。
She strove with them； and fearfully ran
Stairward with one low scream：
〃Naycoax her；〃 said the madhouse man；
〃With some old household theme。〃
〃If you will go； dear； you must fain
Put on those shoesthe pair
Meant for your marriage； which the rain
Forbade you then to wear。〃
She clapped her hands； flushed joyous hues；
〃O yesI'll up and ride
If I am to wear my satin shoes
And be a proper bride！〃
Out then her little foot held she；
As to depart with speed；
The madhouse man smiled pleasantly
To see the wile suc