Proem to "The Wonderful Mission of Earl Lavender"

Proem to " The Wonderful Mission of Earl Lavender "


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."


By John Davidson 285

Though our thoughts turn ever Doomwards,
Though our sun is well-nigh set,
Though our Century totters tombwards,
We may laugh a little yet.

MLA citation: Davidson, John. "Proem to 'The Wonderful Mission of Earl Lavender.'" The Yellow Book 4 (Jan. 1895): 284-85. The Yellow Nineties Online. Ed. Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra. Ryerson University, 2011. Web. [Date of access].