Than a too-long-opened oyster,
Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous
For a plate of turtle green and glutinous)
“Only a scraping of shoes on the mat?
Anything like the sound of a rat
Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!”
V.
“Come in!”—the
Mayor cried, looking bigger:
And in did come the strangest
figure!
His queer long coat from heel
to head
Was half of yellow and half
of red,
And he himself was tall and
thin,
With sharp blue eyes, each
like a pin,
And light loose hair, yet
swarthy skin
No tuft on cheek nor beard
on chin,
But lips where smile went
out and in;
There was no guessing his
kith and kin:
And nobody could enough admire
The tall man and his quaint
attire.
Quoth one: “It’s
as my great-grandsire,
Starting up at the Trump of
Doom’s tone,
Had walked this way from his
painted tombstone!”
VI.
He advanced to the council-table:
And, “Please your honours,”
said he, “I’m able,
By means of a secret charm,
to draw
All creatures living beneath
the sun,
That creep or swim or fly
or run,
After me so as you never saw!
And I chiefly use my charm
On creatures that do people
harm,
The mole and toad and newt
and viper;
And people call me the Pied
Piper.”
(And here they noticed round
his neck
A scarf of red and yellow
stripe,
To match with his coat of
the self-same cheque;
And at the scarf’s end
hung a pipe;
And his fingers they noticed
were ever straying
As if impatient to be playing
Upon his pipe, as low it dangled
Over his vesture so old-fangled.)
“Yet,” said he,
“poor Piper as I am,
In Tartary I freed the Cham,
Last June, from his huge swarms
of gnats,
I eased in Asia the Nizam
Of a monstrous brood of vampyre-bats:
And as for what your brain
bewilders,
If I can rid your town of
rats
Will you give me a thousand
guilders?”
“One? fifty thousand!”—was
the exclamation
Of the astonished Mayor and
Corporation.
VII.
Into the street the Piper
stept,
Smiling first
a little smile,
As if he knew what magic slept
In his quiet pipe
the while;
Then, like a musical adept,
To blow the pipe his lips
he wrinkled,
And green and blue his sharp
eyes twinkled,
Like a candle-flame where
salt is sprinkled;
And ere three shrill notes
the pipe uttered,
You heard as if an army muttered;
And the muttering grew to
a grumbling;
And the grumbling grew to
a mighty rumbling;
And out of the houses the