Witching as ether fumes they say it is—
Another.
Balmy as lotus, sweet as almond, clear—
Guldstad.
That’s not an article we deal in here.
Falk [who has meanwhile come down from the verandah].
Ah, ladies, every mortal has a small
Private celestial empire in his heart.
There bud such shoots in thousands, kept apart
By Shyness’s soon shatter’d Chinese Wall.