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A shady friend for torrid days / Is easier to find / Than one of higher temperature / For frigid hour of mind.
The vane a little to the east / Scares muslin souls away; / If broadcloth breasts are firmer / Than those of organdy,
Who is to blame? The weaver?
Ah! the bewildering thread!
The tapestries of paradise / So notelessly are made!