“I want a bottle of your noblest wine,
With it a soup of highest quality,
And after that a roast San’ Spirito!”
“A roasted—what? Signore,” cried the man,
As one who had not rightly understood,
While all the guests around did glare amazed.
“I said,” resumed the Northern warrior,
“A Spirito Santo, such as you have got
Upon your sign outside—a bird, you know,
That moves its wings like this”—and here he moved