The ghost of Raleigh gapes askance; he takes our mirth so ill.

And Pliny louts his bonnet to Sir John Maundeville!

Oh, Sir John Maundeville, Sir John Maundeville!

Of Noah’s Ark and Hills o’ Gold he’ll spin you yarns until

The Chan of rich Cathay’s your slave, and Caffolos is shrill

Singing the lofty praises of Sir John Maundeville!

IV

WE know the wild chimæric herds—Aspis, Leviathan,

And all the fabled beasts and birds were since the world began.