In fact, you lose your self-control,
And dip, and lift, and eat it whole.
And some day, when the beds have ceased
To cater for your daily feast,
You'll see—the after growth is fair—
A green and feathery forest there,
And "here," you'll say, "is what shall cheer
My palate in the coming year.
"Yea, when these graceful pigmy trees
Have swayed their last in any breeze,