Sprung from a sword-sheath fit for Mars
My jonquil lift its yellow stars.
CHÂTEAU PAPINEAU
THE red-til'd towers of the old Château,
Perched on the cliff above our bark,
Burn in the western evening glow.
The fiery spirit of Papineau
Consumes them still with its fever spark,
The red-til'd towers of the old Château!
Drift by and mark how bright they show,