As lightly as if he were furnished with wings,
While every plate in his armour rings.
The words that he uttered were short and few,
But pretty much to the purpose too,
As sternly he asked, with lowering brow,
“Who’s been and done it, and where is he now?”
’Twere long to tell
Each word that fell
From the coral lips of that demoiselle;
However, as far as I’m able to see,