Rhyme? and reason? . Whats this? I pondered. Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?But soon a gentler feeling creptUpon me, and I sat and wept An hour or so, like winking. No need for Bones to hurry so !I sobbed. In fact, I doubt 5 4 PHANTASMA GORIA. If it was worth his while to go—And who is Tibbs, Id hke to know,To make such work about ? If Tibbs is anything Hke me, Its possible I said, He wont be over-pleased to beDropped in upon at half-past three, After hes snug m bed. And if Bones plagues him anyhow—Squeaking and all the rest of it, As he was doing here just now— / prophesy therell b
Rhyme? and reason? . Whats this? I pondered. Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?But soon a gentler feeling creptUpon me, and I sat and wept An hour or so, like winking. No need for Bones to hurry so !I sobbed. In fact, I doubt 5 4 PHANTASMA GORIA. If it was worth his while to go—And who is Tibbs, Id hke to know,To make such work about ? If Tibbs is anything Hke me, Its possible I said, He wont be over-pleased to beDropped in upon at half-past three, After hes snug m bed. And if Bones plagues him anyhow—Squeaking and all the rest of it, As he was doing here just now— / prophesy therell be a row, And Tibbs will have the best of it! Then, as my tears could never bring The friendly Phantom back,It seemed to me the proper thingTo mix another glass, and singThe following Coronach. ? Afid art thou gone, beloved Ghost ?Best of Familiars !. AND TIBBS WILL HAVE THE BEST OF IT 56 PHANTASMAGORIA. Nay then, farewen, my duckling roast,Farewell, farewell, viy tea and toast,My meerschaiiin and cigars! The lines of life air dull ana gray,. The sweets of life insipid, lVhe?i thou, mv charmer, a?-t aivay—Old B?-ick, or Iather, let me Parallelepiped ! Instead of singing Verse the Third, I ceased—abru[)tly, rather:But, after such a splendid word,I felt that it would be absurdTo try it any farther. So with a yawn I went my way To seek the welcome downy,And slept, and dreamed till break of dayOf Poltergeist and Fetch and Fay And Leprechaun and Brownie ! For years Fve not been visitedBy any kind of -Sprite ; SAB SOUVENAUNCE. 57 Yet still they echo in my head,Those parting words, so kindly said, Old Turnip-top, good-night 1
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