XXI.
O come and tell us what the Pole is—
Whether it singular and sole is,—
Or straight, or crooked bent,—
If very thick or very thin,—
Made of what wood—and if akin
To those there be in Kent?
XXII.
There's Combe, there's Spurzheim, and there's Gall,
Have talk'd of poles—yet, after all,