“Sweet is their fragrance”—(then we puff’d again)
“How have I hung, with most intense delight,
Over your heads when you have smoked at night,
And gratefully imparted all my powers
To bless and consecrate those happy hours;
Smoke on,” she said. I started and awoke,
And with my dream she vanished into smoke.
Anonymous.
——:o:——
An American Parody of Wordsworth’s “Sonnet on the Sonnet.”