He in a coat as black as jet,
And I in the jewels I wore of old.
"Diamonds covered my head in pounds,
Seventy large ones lit my neck,—
Over my skirts they burned in quarts,
Counting in all a goodly peck.
"Hopped the canary 'neath the wires,—
Spoke the canary not a word;
When to my heart the chill has struck,
How can I sing?—can ary bird?