Presiding at his breakfast-board
Just such a Mrs. P.
He pictured her at parties, fêtes,
In pinery or grapery,
Looking as she was looking then—
Plus just a little drapery.
He bent on her a steadfast gaze
(Mesmeric ’twas, I’m thinking)
And straight her sympathetic lids
Moved like—yes, just like—winking.