So call me the month after next!
The world may roll and may tear its hair,
I'll roll and laugh in my Easy Chair!
[BLANKTON WEIR.]
'T
Both moss-o'ergrown and weed-covered, and jaggèd too, I ween!
'Tis battered and 'tis spattered, all worn and knocked about,
Beclamped with rusty rivets, and bepatched with timbers stout;