And chattering in unknown tongues.
Of Rhenish hills, Italian fountains,
Of forests dark, and snowy mountains—
To start, I'd give all I possess,
By Continental Mail Express!
'Tis Eight o'clock, save minutes two—
Here comes a stout, fur-capped Mossoo;
He's in a fluster at the wicket
Because he cannot find his ticket;
And over there may be espied