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 Nay, there are those from Cayenne to Caithness, Who stand upon its everlastingness;— Well, that may be a slight exaggeration, But old it is beyond all estimation.

But Love is all alike; whereas we see Both good and bad and middling kinds of tea!

Yes, they sell tea of many qualities.

The green spring shoots I count the very first—

Those serve to quench celestial daughters' thirst.

Witching as ether fumes they say it is—

Balmy as lotus, sweet as almond, clear—

That's not an article we deal in here.

[''who has meanwhile come down from the verandah''].

Ah, ladies, every mortal has a small Private celestial empire in his heart. There bud such shoots in thousands, kept apart By Shyness's soon shatter'd Chinese Wall.