And he is strangely clad;
His eyes are wild, unkempt his hair,
As one a little mad.
“Of those who bring the House disgrace,
How many may there be?”
“Why, seven,” he said, with vacant face,—
“There’s seven—counting me!”
“But he who doth at Cavan dwell
Foremost is wont to be;
Yet you are ‘seven’—I pray you tell,