Nor e’er usurps the green;
But loves to see the minor hosts
Salute his distant queen.[93]
Many a tourist scans this oak:[94]
Some, measuring round his base,[95]
Exclaim, “’Tis worth a march to look
Upon his fine old face!”
Now when he’s angry (true ’tis not
That often he doth frown),
And when the winds, concerting, plot