Just then by chance I snapped a twig whose leaves were all apair;
See, with my taper fingers now I fix it in my hair.
XXIX.
Of all the various kinds of tea, the bitter beats the sweet,
But for whomever either seeks, for him I’ll find a treat;
Though who it is shall drink them, as bitter or sweet they be,
I know not, my friend—but the pearly end of my finger only see!
XXX.
Ye twittering swallows, rise and fall in your flight around the hill,
But when next I go to the high Sunglo, I’ll change my gown—I will;