32, BALLADE OF THE ONE-EYED TOUT
I doubt if any end there be
To similes a bard might spout :—
Thou stirr’st the Springs of poetry,
Thou dear and noble one-eyed tout!
ENVOI
How fortunate that very few
Can chatter on like this, about
Nothing at all! Good-bye to you,
O dear and noble one-eyed tout.