Feet straightened out, some gay French lady
Is caught up from life's light and motion,
And dropped into death's silent ocean!
II
—Up jumped Tokay on our table,
Like a pygmy castle-warder,
Dwarfish to see, but stout and able,
Arms and accoutrements all in order;
And fierce he looked North, then, wheeling South,
Blew with his bugle a challenge to Drouth,