But oh that rich encrimsoned cloud

From which rode out the armoured man.

He saw his kingdom stretched below

And thought that he need scarcely go

To take it, his ere he began.

You well might think that he was proud.

We waited for the advent. Then

Some hesitation held him there.

Was it the little roads that made

The simple conqueror afraid?

Defeat came on him in the air,

And the soft cloud drank him in again.