There were clowns who the grave-digger clown could outvie,
And princes who on the stage strutted so high
That Prince Hamlet they’d cut; who could pick up a scull,
Vote his morals a bore, and his wit mighty dull!
There were spirits that roam in the caves of the deep,
Coming back to our earth, as ghosts will do, to peep!
A king of the Cannibals—warriors, a host;
And a city with domes, mid the dim waters lost:
There was some one descended from Brian Boru;
For Pleasaunce a hunchback, in French ‘Un Tortu;’