(But when I mentioned what we’d pay,

It only made Rose madder!)

Rose madder,—’tis the tint I’d use

To paint my brain’s fair figment;

A shape, half goddess and half muse,

And all in misty, pinkish hues,

The color scheme,—the pigment.

The color scheme the pig meant? Ma’am,

That was a subtle fancy!

In tints of dawning gooseb’ry jam,