And round they gazing looked, when, lo!
The Goblin Groom is seen below,
Dressed as he was last night;
Save that a cap, place hat, he wore,
And neater looked he than before,
His leathers were more tight.
He strode a poney, lank and lean,
That looked as if astray ’t had been:
Dun was its hue, with flowing mane;
The tail was black, and like a train
Swept far behind the scented plain,
Save, when at speed, he whisking spread
It round the Goblin’s fated head;
Or to the spur, the sure reply
Was lashed across the Goblin’s thigh:
On every side, above, below,
The whisking tail was seen to flow.