“What do I see,” said Old King Cole,
“Has the wine gone into my brain?
“Who’s Helen of Troy? Who’d leave England?
“And who’d return to Spain?”
Pantagruel and Old King Cole
Slip down the stairs in stealth,
They fill the bowl from the Holy Bottle
And drink each other’s health.
They stand at the window to watch the sun
And the mists of morning clear:
Three knights on horses climb the hill,
And silently disappear.
And yellow and black and scholar’s cloak
Into the light have gone;
And the tiger banner and dragon banner
Flutter against the dawn.
“There’s the dragon banner,” says Old King Cole,
“And the tiger banner,” he sighs.
Pantagruel breaks into a laugh,
As the monarch dries his eyes.
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