All thought seems undefined—save one, to be alone.
Smoke not, smoke not.
Smoke not! the tradesman whose weed you smoke may die!
May perish from the cabbage-bearing earth;—
The sordid dun into your chamber hie—
Sent by the trustees in their tinless dearth.
Smoke not, smoke not.
Smoke not, smoke not! O, warning vainly said!
Cane and cap-paper since we first did try,
Smoke flings a halo round the smoker’s head;