Poets

See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging fore and aft, And beauty's self, not name, limned on her stern.

Between the Gardening and the Cookery Comes the brief Poetry shelf; By the Nonesuch Donne, a thin anthology Offers itself.

Do this. Don't move. O'Grady says do this, You get a move on, see, do what I say. Look lively when I say O'Grady says.