Of outward life, the ancestral pageantry
Of England, and its tributary rills
Flowing in dawn-gleams out of the mists of time.
There, too, in front, with atavistic face
And Vandyke beard, so oddly like the king
Who loved Nell Gwynne, sat Admiral FitzRoy,
Late captain of the Beagle, quite prick-eared
With personal curiosity. Twice he told
His neighbour that, by George, he wouldn’t ha’ missed
This Donnybrook Fair for anything. He had sailed