Classic Poem

As the Transatlantic tourists
Have been rowed on the Lagoon,
They have mourned its ancient glories,
They have watched the Germans spoon.

As they 've sailed these famous highways,
As they 've floated on these tides,
The arts that most impressed them
Were the artless German brides.

As they 've listened to the music
Of the poor Italian bands,
Heard the same old tunes repeated,
Seen the Germans holding hands, —

They have wondered why all Venice,
From San Marco to Lagoon,
Is now illumined only
By a German honey moon;

Why the steeds on the Duomo
Have not laughed horse-laughs, and shied
At the too transparent fondness
Of the modern German bride!

Why the very stones of Venice,
Which the great John Ruskin loves,
Are nothing but a roosting-place
For German turtle-doves!