And slit-eyed men and ring-nosed men
Shall bar our glorious way again
That proud armadas’ trampled shards
May make a new song for our bards!
For we are young—and youth is steel!
Hark! at our shattering trumpet-peal
The spaniel worlds slink in to heel!”
“Eh bien—the fire’s gone out,” you said
“And I’m tired, too.... Let’s go to bed!...”