Charles,-for it seems you wish to know,-
You wonder what could scare me so,
And why, in this long-locked bureau,
With trembling fingers,-
With tragic air, I now replace
This ancient web of yellow lace,
Among whose faded folds the trace
Of perfume lingers.
Friend of my youth, severe as true,
I guess the train your thoughts pursue;
But this my state is nowise due
To indigestion;
I had forgotten it was there,
A scarf that Some-one used to wear.
Hinc ill
(Henry Austin Dobson)
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