ALL I can say is—I saw it!
The room was as bare as your hand.
I locked in the swarth little lady,—I swear,
From the head to the foot of her—well, quite as bare!
“No Nautch shall cheat me,” said I, “taking my stand
At this bolt which I draw!” And this bolt—I withdraw it,
And there laughs the lady, not bare, but embowered
With—who knows what verdure, o’erfruited, o’erflowered?
Impossible! Only—I saw it!
All I can sing is—I feel it!