English poem
Ii
He, pupil of old Fungaio, Is always confounded (heigho!) With Pacchia, contemporaneous No question, but how extraneous In the grace of soul, the power Of hand,--undoubted dower Of Pacchia who decked (as we know, My Kirkup!) San Bernardino, Turning the small dark Oratory To Siena's Art-laboratory, As he made its straitness roomy And glorified its gloomy, With Bazzi and Beccafumi. (Another heigho for Bazzi: How people miscall him Razzi!)