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.
Miss Jay.
But Love is all alike; whereas we see
Both good and bad and middling kinds of tea!
Mrs. Strawman.
Yes, they sell tea of many qualities.
Anna.
The green spring shoots I count the very first—
Svanhild.
Those serve to quench celestial daughters' thirst.
A Young Lady.
Witching as ether fumes they say it is—
Another.
Balmy as lotus, sweet as almond, clear—
Guldstad.
That's not an article we deal in here.
Falk [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.
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