And, 'neath the penthouse of the shaggy front, 

 The yellow eyes flashed flame. 

 But most he joyed whenever country maid, 

 Prizing his taste, or damsel highly born 

 To judgment came, and anxiously displayed 

 For him submission as for others scorn. 

 Then, peering keenly from his peat-roofed home, 

 Calm in his power he scanned her as he chose, 

 And, if she pleased, the swart and twisted gnome 

 Gave her a white, white rose. 

 

 

 To an Elephant. 

 Lord of the trunk and fan-like ears, 

 Wisest and mightiest next to man, 

 I see thee hence a million years 

 Ruling the earth with milder plan. 

 Dwellers above, beneath the ground, 

 Shall live contented in that time; 

 No subtle growths shall e'er confound 

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