He there builds up a formidable dyke
Between his own and others’ intellect;
But Wordsworth’s poem, and his followers, like
Joanna Southcote’s Shiloh and her sect,
Are things which in this century don’t strike
The public mind—so few are the elect;
And the new births of both their stale Virginities
Have proved but Dropsies, taken for Divinities.