Here Is A Tale For Artists And For Writers: There Was An Ass, In Other Words, A Critic, Who Brayed And Balked And Kicked Most Analytic, And Waved Long Ears Above His Brother Smiters. He Could Not Tell A Rose-Tree From A Thistle, But Oft Mistook The One Thing For The Other; Then Wagged His Ears Most Wisely At Some Brother, Sent Him His He-Haw For The Penny Whistle. A Poet Sent His Volume To Him' Kindly Asking For Criticism. You Might Know It: He Made One Mouthful Of It, Weed And Flower. There Rose A Cry That He Had Done It Blindly. 'Twas Poetry! What! Would He Kill A Poet! Not He! The Ass Had Brayed Him Into Power.