II
William Habberton drank his ale;
An iron man! An iron man!
—Without the first stars, cold and pale,
Streaked heaven with radiance milky-wan.
William Habberton sat at meat;
He frowned an oaken frown and stark.
The lovers cursed at Time, the fleet,
And stumbled, kissing, towards the dark.
And as they went the purse chinked thrice,