It sickened my heart—did that morning alarm!
When dad came along to the foot of the stairs
And summoned me back to my duties and
cares;
—Put all of my glorious visions to rout
With “Breakfast is ready! LP h’ist out there,
h’ist out!”
And when I came yawningly, sleepily down,
My eyes “full of sticks” and my face all
a-frown,