Page:The Glugs of Gosh (C. J. Dennis, 1917).djvu/135

"Kettles and pans! Kettles and pans!
Oh, who can show tresses like Emily Ann's?
Brown in the shadow and gold at the tips,
Bright as the smile on her beckoning lips.
Bring out your kettle! O kettle or pan!
So I buy me a ribband for Emily Ann."

With his feet in the grass, and his back to a tree,
Merry as only a tinker can be,
Busily tinkering, mending a pan,
Singing as only a merry man can . . .
"Sym!" cried the riders. " 'Tis thus you are styled?"
And he paused in his singing, and nodded and smiled.

Said he: "Last eve, when the sun was low,
Down thro' the bracken I watched her go—
Down thro' the bracken, with simple grace—
And the glory o£ eve shone full on her face;
And there on the sky-line it lingered a span,
So loth to be leaving my Emily Ann."

With hands to their faces the riders smiled.
"Sym," they said—"be it so you're styled—
Behold, great Splosh, our sorrowing King,
Has sent us hither, that we may bring
To the palace in Gosh a Glug so named.
That he may be honoured and justly famed."