—Made feast at the sweet old homespun board
On the plum preserves and the “crab jell” stored
For demands like these; and made great holes
In the heaps of the cream o’ tartar rolls?
Ah, gusto! fickle and faint above
The savory viands you used to love,
What wouldn’t you give for the sharp-set tang
That followed those days when the steel teeth
sang?
—For zest was as keen as the bright, swift saw