CLOSING RHYME i{While I, from that reed-throated whisperer} i{Who comes at need, although not now as once} i{A clear articulation in the air,} i{But inwardly, surmise companions} i{Beyond the fling of the dull ass's hoof} i{ -- Ben Jonson's phrase -- and find when June is come} i{At Kyle-na-no under that ancient roof} i{A sterner conscience and a friendlier home,} i{I can forgive even that wrong of wrongs,} i{Those undreamt accidents that have made me} i{ -- Seeing that Fame has perished this long while.} i{Being but a part of ancient ceremony -- } i{Notorious, till all my priceless things} i{Are but a post the passing dogs defile.}