‘Well,’ cried he, ‘Emperor, by God’s grace
We’ve got you Ratisbon!
The Marshal’s in the market place,
And you’ll be there anon
To see your flag-bird flap his vans
Where I, to heart’s desire,
Perched him!’ The chief’s eyes flashed; his plans
Soared up again like fire.
The chief’s eye flashed; but presently
Softened itself, as sheathes