Or waked a vegetarian’s desire!
Say, if it goes, can nought your wrath assuage?
No hint of area-sneaks or cats that stroll?
Must Missus with the Cook fly in a rage,
And the Police still come in for the whole?
Full many a gem of the Em’rald Isle so green,
The dark ungarnished Crusher’s coat may wear;
Can you expect such flowers to blush unseen,
Or fill their stomachs with the chill night air?