From the graceful arrangement of things;
From the pictures that stood on the bureau,
To a little bronze Cupid with wings.
But what struck me the most was an object
Designed by an artistic hand;
’Twas the costly “lay-out” of a hop-fiend,
And that fiend was my Blue Velvet Band.
On a pile of soft robes and pillows;
She reclined, I declare, on the floor,
Then we both hit the pipe and I slumbered,