With waking eyes I watch the hours creep by.
My love her daily dinner takes in state—
And so do I (?);
The richest viands flank her silver plate—
Course grub have I.
Pure wines she sips at ease, her thirst to slake—
I pump my drink from Erie’s limpid lake!
My love has all the world at will to roam—
Three acres I;
She goes abroad, or quiet sits at home—