I.
Beyond the bellowing onset of base war,
Their latest wearer wendeth! With wild zest.
Fulfilled of windy resonance, the rest
Of the bard-mob must hotly joust and jar
To win the wreath that he beyond the bar
Bare not away athwart the bland sea's breast.
II.
And sooth the soft sheen of that deathless bay
Gleams glamorous! Amorous was I in my day,