Ezra Pound - Salvationists lyrics

I Come, my songs, let us speak of perfection We shall get ourselves rather disliked. II Ah yes, my songs, let us resurrect The very excellent term Rusticus. Let us apply it in all its opprobrium To those to whom it applies. And you may decline to make them immortal, For we shall consider them and their state In delicate Opulent silence. III Come, my songs, Let us take arms against this sea of stupidities- Beginning with Mumpodorus; And against this sea of vulgarities Beginning with Nimmim; And against this sea of imbeciles All the Bulmenian literati