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Proem to ”The Wonderful
Mission of Earl Lavender”

By John Davidson

Though our eyes turn ever waveward
  Where our sun is well-nigh set;
Though our Century totters graveward
  We may laugh a little yet.

Oh! our age-end style perplexes
  All our elders time has tamed;
On our sleeves we wear our sexes,
  Our diseases, unashamed.

Have we lost the mood romantic
  That was once our right by birth?
Lo! the greenest girl is frantic
  With the woe of all the earth.

But we know a British rumour,
  And we think it whispers well:
"We would ventilate our humour
  In the very jaws of Hell."