A slide o'er the side, and rest at last.
THE BOHEMIAN
Bring me the livery of no other man.
I am my own to robe me at my pleasure.
Accepted rules to me disclose no treasure:
What is the chief who shall my garments plan?
No garb conventional but I 'll attack it.
(Come, why not don my spangled jacket?)
ABSENCE
Good-night, my love, for I have dreamed of thee