by Thomas Hood

“ Almost beyond the pitch of my goose pen !
And most inflated words !
Delicate Ariels ! ethereals ! birds
Of passage fliers angels without wings !
Fortunate rivals of Icarian darings !
Male witches without broomsticks taking airings ! ”

“ Three little Cherubs smiling up aloft
A-watching for poor Jack "
Of course at such a height the ocean -
Affected no one by its motion -
But did internal comfort dwell with each
Quiet and ease each comfortable skin in ? ”