Why dost thou haunt me?"
its metre was admirably imitated by the late C. S. Calverley, in his
ODE TO TOBACCO.
THOU who, when fears attack
Bidst them avaunt, and Black
Care, at the horseman's back,
Perching, unseatest;
Sweet when the morn is grey;
Sweet when they've cleared away
Lunch, and at close of day