Where pâté—salmi—sauce tomate,
Fricandeau framed with nicest art
Attract the glist’ning eye.
Ah! richest scent! perfume beloved!
Blest odours breathed in vain—
Where once my raptured palate roved,
And fain would rove again.
I feel the gales that now ascend,
A momentary craving lend—
As curling round the vapours seem