Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures or the pow-wow of br Professors. br The elementary laws never apologise: neither do I apologise. br I find letters from the Dean dropt on my table—and every one is br signed by the Dean's name— br And I leave them where they are; for I know that as long as I br stay up br Others will punctually come for ever and ever. br I am one who goes to the river, br I sit in the boat and think of 'life' and of 'time.' br How life is much, but time is more; and the beginning is br everything, br But the end is something. br I loll in the Parks, I go to the wicket, I swipe. br I see twenty-two young men from Foster's watching me, and the br trousers of the twenty-two young men, br I see the Balliol men en masse watching me.—The Hottentot br that loves his mother, the untutored Bedowee, the Cave-man br that wears only his certificate of baptism, and the shaggy br Sioux that hangs his testamur with his scalps. br I see the Don who ploughed me in Rudiments watching me: and the br wife of the Don who ploughed me in Rudiments watching me. br I see the rapport of the wicket-keeper and umpire. I cannot see br that I am out. br Oh! you Umpires! br I am not one who greatly cares for experience, soap, bull-dogs, br cautions, majorities, or a graduated Income-Tax, br The certainty of space, punctuation, sexes, institutions, br copiousness, degrees, committees, delicatesse, or the br fetters of rhyme— br For none of these do I care: but least for the fetters of rhyme. br Myself only I sing. Me Imperturbe! Me Prononce! br Me progressive and the depth of me progressive, br And the bathos, Anglice bathos br Of me chanting to the Public the song of Simple Enumeration.