There’snonefinerinanyoftheslipsatChatham。\"
ThethirdSummer’sroseshavestartedintoblow，Whenthefinesterncarvingisbegun。
Flutings，andtwinings，andlongslowswirls，Bitsofdealshavedawaytothinspiralcurls。
Tap！Tap！Acornucopiaisnailedintoplace。
Rap-a-tap！TheyareputtinguparailingfiligreedlikeIrishlace。