Through the short sunshine of a summer day.
Yet one the other buzzed to keep away,
And flouted oft—intensest scorn revealing,
As telling him below the Knave should stay,
Too far beneath him born for kindly feeling—
One hatched upon the floor, the other on the ceiling!
XV.
Five deadly hours that conflict fell endured;
But onward now the tide of Valour flowing,
Chafed by the long restraint all foaming poured,