Dedication
To H. G. B. L.
Though I deplore the pain you felt
When you had broken my command,
And I had taken you in hand,
Planting my blows beneath your belt,
I like to think of future years
When skin that’s fair shall change to brown,
When ‘listed in a fairer fight,
You shall return to others’ ears
Blows straightly dealt with left and right,
Blows you encountered lower down!