And Time, who cut her vital thread,
Has only spared her Needle.
Stern Neptune, with his triple prong,
Childe Harold, peer of peerless song,
So frolic Fortune wills it,
Stand next the Son of crazy Paul,
Who hugg'd the intrusive King of Gaul
Upon a raft at Tilsit.
"Poor vagrant child of want and toll!
The sun that warms thy native soil