Fancies,' by C. R.

How sweet I roamed from school to school,
But I attached myself to none;
I sat upon my ancient Dial
And watched the other artists' fun.

Will Rothenstein can guard the faith,
Safe for the Academic fold;
'Twas very wise of William Strang,
What need have I of Chantrey's gold?

Let the old masters be my share,
And let them fall on B. B.'s corn;
Let the Uffizi take to Steer--
What do I care for Herbert Horne

Or the stately Holmes of England,
Whose glories never fade;
The Constable of Burlington,
Who holds the Oxford Slade.

It's Titian here and Titian there,
And come to have a look;
But 'thanks of course Giorgione,'
With Mr. Herbert Cook.

For MacColl is an intellectual thing,
And Hugh P. Lane keeps Dublin awake,
And Fry to New York has taken wing,