O you chorus of indolent reviewers, br Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, br Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem br All composed in a metre of Catullus, br All in quantity, careful of my motion, br Like the skater on ice that hardly bears him, br Lest I fall unawares before the people, br Waking laughter in indolent reviewers. br Should I flounder awhile without a tumble br Thro' this metrification of Catullus, br They should speak to me not without a welcome, br All that chorus of indolent reviewers. br Hard, hard, hard it is, only not to tumble, br So fantastical is the dainty meter. br Wherefore slight me not wholly, nor believe me br Too presumptuous, indolent reviewers. br O blatant Magazines, regard me rather - br Since I blush to belaud myself a moment - br As some rare little rose, a piece of inmost br Horticultural art, or half-coquette-like br Maiden, not to be greeted unbenignly.