Which this dodging of pillows
Imparts but small ease to the style
And "you'll still think of him in your pleasures,
In your brief twilight dreams of the past;
In this green laurel spray that he treasures,—
It was plucked where your parting was last;
In this specimen,—but a small trifle,—
It will do for a pin for your shawl."
(Which, the truth not to wickedly stifle,
Was his last week's "clean up,"—and his all.)
In this green laurel-spray that he treasures,
It was plucked where your parting was last
