A grave and learned Senior, who
      Practised astrology,
    Bethought him by his lucky stars
      He passing rich would be.

      Todos los siete planetas,
    Formaban su gran consejo;
    Y antes de llegar a viejo,
    Ya no tenia calzetas.

    The planets seven his council made,
      He hugged the glozing cheat;
    But ere the pedant’s legs were old,
      No stockings held his feet!

      Aburrido y sin dinero,
    Mui tarde se arrepintid,
    Y en un desban se metid
    A llorar su error primero.

    Enraged and disappointed, he
      Waxed sour and melancholy,
    And to a vintner’s garret trudged,
      There to bewail his folly.

      Por su gran sabiduria,
    En duende se corivirtio,
    Y la guerra declaro,
    Al arte de fulleria.

    “I’ll have revenge,” he cried, then wrought
      So wondrous cunningly,
    That in a trice transformed he was,
      A brisk Duende he.

      La vecindad asombrada,
    De sus fuertes alaridos,
    Corriendo despavoridos,
    Abandon an la Posada.

    This pedant, now a “Boggart” made,
      No soul could rest in quiet;
    Nor rogue nor bully was his match
      For kicking up a riot.

      Dueno absolute ya el duende,
    De la espantosa mansion,
    Se auniento la confusion,
    Y el temor entre la gente.

    At last none dared that garret drear,
      His dwelling, to come nigh;
    Sole master of his attic, he
      Reigned peremptorily.

      Pero siendo tan demente
    El hombre que es codicioso,
    No falto quien jactancioso,
    Despreciase al senor duende.

    Not so the sharpers, who this house
      Had made their special haunt: 
    “Senor Duende!—­Humph!”—­cried they
      “May suck eggs with his aunt!”

      Unos cuantos jugadores,
    Que llaman de profesion,
    Eligieron la mansion
    Para exercer sus primores.

    They and their worthy company,
      Of the black-limbed profession,
    Here cheated in a lawful way,
      By that best right—­possession!

      Mui luego la compania,
    Numerosa vino a ser,
    Y el que Ilegaba a perder,
    Contra al duende maldecia.

    The crowd increased.  Some luckless wight
      His winnings at an end, he
    Swore by his trumps, ’twas owing to
      That rascally Duende!

      La confusa griteria,
    Pronto al duende incomodo,
    Y al complot se aparecio
    Que apenas, cuarta tenia.

    This roused him from his garret, where
      He heard the daily squabble;
    And lo, in human form, he stands
      Before the shirtless rabble!