Oh, well, perhaps it was foolish to weep!
A bottle of beans (they were yellow and black);
He called them his “stock,” which he bought and sold;
A “Mother Goose Rhymes”—and his finger prints
Were still on its covers, now ragged and old!
A “Dinah” doll, without any hair,—
All these I found—the others you know,
For perhaps a like little trunk you placed
Under the rafters, too, long ago!