Arthur Clement Hilton

Here you will find the Long Poem The Vulture and the Husbandman of poet Arthur Clement Hilton

The Vulture and the Husbandman

By Louisa CarolineN.B. -- A Vulture is a rapacious and obscene bird, whichdestroys its prey by plucking it limb from limb with its powerfulbeak and talons.A Husbandman is a man in a low position of life, who supportshimself by the use of the plough. -- (Johnson's Dictionary).
 The rain was raining cheerfully,
 As if it had been May;
 The Senate-House appeared inside
 Unusually gay;
 And this was strange, because it was
 A Viva-voce day.
 The men were sitting sulkily,
 Their paper work was done;
 They wanted much to go away
 To ride or row or run;
 "It's very rude," they said, "to keep
 Us here, and spoil our fun."

 The papers they had finished lay
 In piles of blue and white.
 They answered every thing they could,
 And wrote with all their might,
 But, though they wrote it all by rote,
 They did not write it right.

 The Vulture and the Husbandman
 Beside these piles did stand,
 They wept like anything to see
 The work they had in hand.
 "If this were only finished up,"
 Said they, "it would be grand!"

 "If seven D's or seven C's
 We give to all the crowd,
 Do you suppose," the Vulture said,
 "That we could get them ploughed?"
 "I think so," said the Husbandman,
 "But pray don't talk so loud."

 "O undergraduates, come up,"
 The Vulture did beseech,
 "And let us see if you can learn
 As well as we can teach;
 We cannot do with more than two
 To have a word with each."

 Two Undergraduates came up,
 And slowly took a seat,
 They knit their brows, and bit their thumbs,
 As if they found them sweet,
 And this was odd, because you know
 Thumbs are not good to eat.

 "The time has come," the Vulture said,
 "To talk of many things,
 Of Accidence and Adjectives,
 And names of Jewish kings,
 How many notes a sackbut has,
 And whether shawms have strings."

 "Please, Sir," the Undergraduates said,
 Turning a little blue,
 "We did not know that was the sort
 Of thing we had to do."
 "We thank you much," the Vulture said,
 "Send up another two."

 Two more came up, and then two more,
 And more, and more and more;
 And some looked upwards at the roof,
 Some down upon the floor,
 But none were any wiser than
 The pair that went before.

 "I weep for you," the Vulture said,
 "I deeply sympathise!"
 With sobs and tears he gave them all
 D's of the largest size,
 While at the Husbandman he winked
 One of his streaming eyes.

 "I think," observed the Husbandman,
 "We're getting on too quick.
 Are we not putting down the D's
 A little bit too thick?"
 The Vulture said with much disgust
 "Their answers make me sick."

 "Now, Undergraduates," he cried,
 Our fun is nearly done,
 "Will anybody else come up?"
 But answer came there none;
 And this was scarcely odd, because
 They'd ploughed them every one!