Classic Poem

I WAS always Wright, and even though
I am dead, I am, still Wright —
It was a habit of mine to be Wright, —
Pre-eminently right —
And even after death one does not get over a life-long habit —
I never gave anybody time
To prove me in the wrong —
Suave, sonorous, adequate,
My words drowned patient protests
And swept them away
As the scum is swept from a river —
I was the Knower —
Do not mistake me —
Not Noah, spelt with an " N, "
Although my words were like a flood,
But Knower, spelt with a capital K —
One who has knowledge
Of all things and who expresses it in all ways
At all times —
Wheeler, who lies near me in this vault —
Had no such bottomless well of water springing —
And yet, the Poetry Society made him President —
Why?