In South Kensington Museum

‘YOUTH and crabbed age Cannot live together;’ So they say.

On this little page See you when and whether That they may.

Age was very old— Stones from Chichimec Hardly wrung;

Youth had hair of gold Knotted on her neck— Fair and young!

Age was carved with odd Slaves, and priests that slew them— God and Beast;

Man and Beast and God— There she sat and drew them, King and Priest!

There she sat and drew Many a monstrous head And antique;

Horrors from Peru, Huacas doubly dead, Dead cacique!

Ere Pizarro came These were lords of men Long ago;

Gods without a name, Born or how or when, None may know!

Now from Yucatan These doth Science bear Over seas;

And methinks a man Finds youth doubly fair, Sketching these!