I wish I had been by when that was written!”—
And doubling to a fist each ample hand,
The empty air he boxed with, a-la-Bitton,
As if in training for a fight, long plann’d,
With Nobody—for love—at No Man’s Land!
A FOWL WIND.
“I’ll pond—I’ll tail him!”—In a voice of thunder
He recommenced his fury and his fuss,
Loud, open-mouth’d, and wedded to his blunder,