‘ BEHOLD! I AM NOT ONE THAT GOES TO LECTURES.’

Behold! I am not one that goes to Lectures or the pow-wow of

Professors.

The elementary laws never apologise: neither do I apologise.

I find letters from the Dean dropt on my table — and every one is signed by the Dean's name —

And I leave them where they are; for I know that as long as I stay up

Others will punctually come for ever and ever.

I am one who goes to the river,

I sit in the boat and think of‘ life’ and of‘ time.’

How life is much, but time is more; and the beginning is everything,

But the end is something.

I loll in the Parks, I go to the wicket, I swipe.

I see twenty-two young men from Foster's watching me, and the trousers of the twenty-two young men,