and woodbine and other quick creepers,

   Which with no interference of gardeners to "worret,"

   Have climbed to the roof of the loftiest turret.

       How those creepers have turned and twirled,

       Twisted, wandered, rambled, and curled!

                  Such a place, I ween,

                  Had never been seen—

       From basement to roof in such greenery furled—
       Throughout the whole inhabited world.

     Not even that building, so widely known
     For its want of proportion—

                That vast abortion,

             The Exhibition of 'Sixty-two,

            Though quite a monstrosity to the view,

         Seemed half so "overgrown."