After Kipling HE sits in a sea-green grotto with a bucket of lurid paint, And draws the Thing as it isn’t for the God of things as they ain’t.
Collection:
1864
Sub Title:
Humorous Poems: V. Nonsense
For a Novel of Hall Caine’s
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