I'll seek a simileSome gorgeous cloud Oft towers in wondrous majesty before ye It bathes its bosom in pure ether's flood, Evening twines crowns of roses for its head,

"We fished with a stock pole and a twine string.

And if he prick her, you shall see Her gallop amain, she is so free; And if he give her but a nod, She thinks it is a riding-rod; And if he'll have her softly go, Then she trips it like a doe; She comes so easy with the rein, A twine-thread turns her back again; And truly I did ne'er see yet A horse play proudlier on the bit: My master with good managing Brought her first unto the ring;[230]

When the apparatus is in motion, the twine unwinds from the spool, and winds around the rod that carries the flowers, and twists about and holds every stem.