My heart’s pulsations all might count,
For thump on thump with treble knell
Within my breast it rose and fell.
Twice did I make the circuit fair,
My hold his horns, his tail, or hair,
Though never shot a kangaroo,
So fast Australian jungle through.
From garret roof to basement floor,
Through ante-room and closet door,
O’er winding steps and columns tall,