Clouds lingered to enwreathe us,
Earth’s kingdoms far beneath us,
And martial music cheered our march from all the birds that fly.”
* * * * *
The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow,
And Piet and Sachs and Vroom all sleeping long ago,—
Oh, so very long ago!—and, chuckling in his sleeve,
Still, o’er the slumbering table,
Drone-droning on his fable,
The marvelous Munchausen, with the stories I believe!