I hold my goblet up, and each scintilla
Scrutinize pleasantly . . . and as I view it,
My ancestral portraits, ille atque illa ,
Laughingly leave their framework and eschew it.
The Founder of the Race [not Squire Gorilla,
Darwin's progenitor] is first to do it.
In the great room they gather, strange to see.
Comes Helen from the throng, and kisses me.