Found that Woggs had packed their kits up
Ready for a hasty exit,
For already flames were lapping,
Like the waves, against the Splendide.
All along the Odos Nike
Clouds of smoke came welling faster,
Thicker than a fog in London,
And a million sparks were whirling,
And the flames were sweeping nearer.
Coughing, choking, nearly blinded,