Momus by Edwin Arlington Robinson

"WHERE'S the need of singing now? " -

Smooth your brow, / Momus, and be reconciled, / For King Kronos is a child -

Child and father,

Or god rather, / And all gods are wild.

"Who reads Byron any more? " -

Shut the door, / Momus, for I feel a draught;

Shut it quick, for some one laughed. -

"What's become of

Browning? Some of

Wordsworth lumbers like a raft?

"What are poets to find here? " -

Have no fear:

When the stars are shining blue

There will yet be left a few

Themes availing -

And these failing,

Momus, there'll be you.