TO THE GIVER OF THE FUR.
THE fur you gave me I’ll take care
To keep away from sun and air,
Wrapping it well in linen-cloth
All over, to avoid the moth.
Those little animals alight
Mostly on what is warm and bright;
And trouble I have had enough
In former days to keep them off;
Fearing them most when, fluttering round,
They scarcely made the slightest sound,
Til, driven wildly on, the lamp
Singed them, or forced them to decamp.
Only bring you the looser linen,
Leave it to me to put the pin in.