I fancy that this work of my right hand
Would quite eclipse mere Genius, whose temerity
In challenging comparison with Birth
Is really getting something unendurable.
Aha! It moves me to sardonic mirth!
To dream of my position as securable
By mere Bismarckian brain!!! Now, as the god,
I come out admirably. Form and stature,
The threatening eye, and the earth-shaking nod,
All, all to me are simply second nature.