Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.

His friends he loved. His direst earthly foe - Cats-I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuated nose, Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate.

Song is not Truth, not Wisdom, but the rose Upon Truths lips, the light in Wisdom's eyes.

Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.

The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.

He saw wan Woman toil with famished eyes; He saw her bound, and strove to sing her free. He saw her fall'n; and wrote "The Bridge of Sighs"; And on it crossed to immortality.

Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest.