Methought, would I her favor claim,
I must ingratiate.
In gray she ate! The lunch was fair,—
We had a window-seat.
Her gray gown meek, yet debonair;—
Demure,—yet with a regal air,—
She looked imperial,—sweet.
“Imperial suite? Yes,—I dare say
’T would make our voyage gladder.”
My wife is mad about display—