A Shady friend -- for Torrid days --Is easier to find --Than one of higher temperatureFor Frigid -- hour of MindThe Vane a little to the East --Scares Muslin souls -- away --If Broadcloth BreastsBreastsHearts are firmer --Than those of Organdy --Who is to blame? The Weaver?Ah, the bewildering thread!The Tapestries of ParadiseSo notelessly -- are made!