"Where's the need of singing now?"-- br Smooth your brow, br Momus, and be reconciled. br For king Kronos is a child-- br Child and father, br Or god rather, br And all gods are wild. br br "Who reads Byron any more?"-- br Shut the door br Momus, for I feel a draught; br Shut it quick, for some one laughed.-- br What's become of br Browning? Some of br Wordsworth lumbers like a raft? br br "What are poets to find here?"-- br Have no fear: br When the stars are shining blue br There will yet be left a few br Themes availing-- br And these failing, br Momus, there'll be you.