My lady has a tea-gown
That is wondrous fair to see.—
It is flounced and ruffed and plaited and puffed.
As a tea-gown ought to be;
And I thought she must be jesting
Last night at supper when
And had cost but two pounds ten.
Had she told me fifty shillings,
I might (and wouldn't you?)
Have referred to that dress in a way folks express
By an eloquent dash or two:
But the guileful little creature
Knew well her tactics when
She casually said that that dream in red
Had cost but two pounds ten.
For that dainty, sensient thing.
That floats away where it properly may,
And clings where it ought to cling;
And I count myself the luckiest
Of all us married men
That I have a wife whose joy in life
Is a gown at two pounds ten.
It isn't the gown compels me
Condone this venial sin;
It's the pretty face above the lace,
And the gentle heart within.
And with her arms about me
I say, and say again,
" Twas wondrous cheap, "and I think a heap
Of that gown at two pounds ten!