• Her little Parasol to lift

    And once to let it down

    Her whole Responsibility —

    To imitate be Mine.


    A Summer further I must wear,

    Content if Nature's Drawer

    Present me from sepulchral Crease

    As blemishless, as Her.

  • The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,

    And associates with a fan

    While her father abuts the tempest

    And abridges the rain.


    The former assists a siren

    In her serene display;

    But her father is borne and honored,

    And borrowed to this day.