And put by your dolorous frown
And tan your wan face in the smile of a friend—
Can't you arrange to come down?
Can't you forget for a while
The arguments prosy and drear,—
To lean at full-length in indefinite rest
In the lap of the greenery here?
Can't you kick over "the Bench,"
And "husk" yourself out of your gown
To dangle your legs where the fishing is good—