Swallowed up in gulfs of tho't--
Eye-glass fixed--on--who knows what?
We but know he sees us not.
Chance upon him, here and there--
Base-ball park--Industrial Fair--
Broadway--Long Branch--anywhere!
Even at the races,--yet
With his eye-glass tranced and set
On some dream-land minaret.
At the beach, the where, perchance--
Tenderest of eyes may glance
On the fitness of his pants.
Vain! all admiration--vain!
His mouth, o'er and o'er again
Absently absorbs his cane.
Vain, as well, all tribute paid
To his morning coat, inlaid
With crossbars of every shade.
He is oblivious, tho
We played checkers to and fro
On his back--he would not know.
