In the picture I have of you,
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
With your unconstraining voice
Liquidity, and the sound of water.
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
It is perfume from a dress
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
What this accoutred frowsty barn is worth,
Did she make her dwelling.
In the picture I have of you,
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
With your unconstraining voice
Liquidity, and the sound of water.
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
It is perfume from a dress
For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
What this accoutred frowsty barn is worth,
Did she make her dwelling.