The Study of Poetry • Paragraph 1677
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Whew! We’ll have our platter burnished, Laid with care on our own shelf! With a fire-new spoon we’re furnished, And a goblet for ourself, Rinsed like something sacrificial Ere ‘tis fit to touch our chaps-- Marked with L. for our initial! (He-he! There his lily snaps!)