Page:Carroll - Phantasmagoria and other poems (1869).djvu/136

 , 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor reply, to my tenderest talk, she had 'heard all that nonsense before.'

She'd the brooch I had bought And the necklace and sash on, And her heart, as I thought, Was alive to my passion; And she'd done up her hair in the style that the Empress had brought into fashion.