And thrice he called on Fogo’s name,
Thrice bade him cease to snore.
“‘Wake, Laureate, wake!’ exclaimed the sprite,
‘Start from thy peaceful rug—
Though ’tis an awkward time of night
To sport my dismal mug.
“‘With friendly feeling fraught I come,
For well I know thy merits—
Perhaps you’ll think a visit rum
Paid from the land of spirits.