Let us describe the evening as it is:-
The stars disposed in heaven as they are:
Verlaine and Shakspere rotting, where they rot,
Rimbaud remembered, and too soon forgot;
Order in all things, logic in the dark;
Arrangement in the atom and the spark;
Time in the heart and sequence in the brain-
Such as destroyed Rimbaud and fooled Verlaine.
And let us then take godhead by the neck-
And strangle it, and with it, rhetoric.