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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

She remarked, by chance, that it came from France,

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.

Yet our home is all the brighter

For that dainty, sensient thing,

That floats away where it properly may,