XIX
While still that music pealed an alien strain
Broke boisterous into sudden interplay,
Troubling the soul with laughter and dismay;
And chattering drolls appeared, expressly plain,
And tingling to the immemorial vein
Of the obscene in all things formed of clay.
There pausing on the turmoiled scene that lay
Before my eyes, a light broke on my brain,
And vast Aristophanic laughter shook
Each nerve within me, and a hand did part
Some far-back curtain of the soul, and took
A portion of my years; and I did start,
Divining art’s new purport, to rebuke
And humanize the stiffly pure of heart.
Hesepe, 11th June