The Lover's Lament

" 'I M sitting on this tile, Mary, "
He said, in accents sad,
Removing from the rocking - chair
The best silk hat he had;
And while he viewed the shapeless mass,
That erst was trim and neat,
He murmured, " Would it had been felt
Before I took my seat! "
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