That obelisk which I had offered twice
Its value for and been refused,—to bring
That obelisk and set it in my garden.
The Prince of Palestrina never dared
(Such has my might been) to recover it!
Still I can see him gaping at the trick
And wishing he might strangle me, the trickster!
And though these eyes that cannot see would make
Me now no quick report if that same obelisk
Should be abstracted on a newer night,