English poem
Red Man
by W. B. Yeats
So you too think me in earnest in wagering poll for poll! A drinking joke and a gibe and a juggler's feat, that is all, To make the time go quickly--for I am the drinker's friend, The kindest of all Shape-Changers from here to the world's end, The best of all tipsy companions. And now I bring you a gift: I will lay it there on the ground for the best of you all to lift,
[He lays his Helmet on the ground]
And wear upon his own head, and choose for yourselves the best. O! Laegaire and Conall are brave, but they were afraid of my jest. Well, maybe I jest too grimly when the ale is in the cup. There, I'm forgiven now--
[Then in a more solemn voice as he goes out]
Let the bravest take it up.
[CONALL takes up Helmet and gazes at it with delight]