They raked it through, and, as I still was hid,
Cried out in scorn—“What odds? We’d find he bore
Nothing upon him but the truculent eye
That with its taunting glance so roused our rage;
Some other soon enough will blow that out!”
Then once again, but with chagrin’s slow footsteps,
Peering around and in my face even staring,
They passed me by and I was still unseen.
Kan.
And then you thought——