He. You on your lovely blue gown——
She. And you on your manly pink cloak.
He. If she didn't sweep, we wouldn't need dusting——
She. Nor need taking down, I should say——
He. With her stupid, clumsy hands——
She. Her crooked, monkey paws——
He. And we wouldn't need putting back——
She. I with my back to you——
He. I with my back to you.
She. It's been hours, days, weeks——
by the sound of that everlasting clock——
and the coming of day and the going of day——
since I saw you last!
He. What's the use of the sun
with its butterfly wings of light—
what's the use of a sun made to see by—
if I can't see you!