suits.
Welcome, attire of carnival-carousers,
Suddenly bursting on the 'wildered view.
Mine—I don't mind confessing it—are trousers
new,
These that, serene in atmosphere serenest,
Droop o'er a Chair, whose emerald taunts the trees—
Green are the leaves, and greener than the greenest
Peas!
All things must end: to-morrow may be icy: