Knocked flat!—sprawly-wise!
Old Sol arose and said: “I’d have you learn”
(So grieved his rage had scarce begun to burn)
“There’s still a Pole to visit; and I’ll turn
To the North! Your Pole I spurn!”
But as he walked and thought upon his wrong,
His rage waxed hotter, his resolve more strong.
“The next who thwarts me won’t be happy long!
Just let him try!—I think he’ll change his song!”
So striding northward, with his face ablaze,