Came in and said: a piece of star tobacco,
Young fellow, hurry! Such is fame—one night
You're on a platform gathering in bouquets,
Next morning without honor and forgotten,
Commanded like a boot-black.
Five years now
Burney has clerked, some say has given up
The course in science, and I hate to ask him ...
But as for me, there was a lot of talk,
And Lillie went away, began to sport.