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My Collection: An Invitation

Dear, come and see To see it all arrayed!
My pottery, A yellow plaque
My plaques and jugs, Hangs in a rack,
My cups and mugs, Whose leaves upraise
And all the thingumy Mid shining glaze
In china, glass, In autumn’s changing state;
Magolicas, And just near by,
And faience fair, With laughing eye,
With other ware A reaper fair
That here belong to me! With vine-wreathed hair
For ‘tis the rage Waves sickle in a plate!
Thus to engage While in between
In gathering up A fish doth lean
Each cracked old cup ‘Twixt crab and shell,
Of our grandmothers’ sets; Whose colors tell
And costly are ‘Tis dish of Pulissy;
Ancestral jar, Then cups a pair,
And tea-pot spared, With parrots there,
As lawsuit heired, Real Japanese,
Or paying of one’s debts! Which, if you please;
We seeking prowl Just handle carefully!
Without a growl Next flowery bowl
Through garret dust I must enroll
For flagons thrust On platter square
Aside as out of date, Where blossoms rare
And with cement Ne’er die, or fade away!
And patience spent With Wedgewood jug,
Each broken bowl And Canton mug;
Is now made whole Whose melting blues
With rarest style to mate! Contrast their hues
And fashion says Upon a Dresden tray !
That now-a-days, Here’s long-necked cruise
Or less or more None e’er refuse
Like crockery store As Pompeian,
Our parlors must be made; Though each black man
And so I fill Grew there by Carib sea!
Each shelf and sill And rich Sevres cup
With varied ware, On hook tipped up,
And ask you there ‘Gainst saucer frail

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