Page:The collected works of Henrik Ibsen (Heinemann Volume 1).pdf/435

Nay, there are those from Cayenne to Caithness,
Who stand upon its everlastingness;—
Well, that may be a slight exaggeration,
But old it is beyond all estimation.

Miss Jay.

But Love is all alike; whereas we see
Both good and bad and middling kinds of tea!

Mrs. Strawman.

Yes, they sell tea of many qualities.

Anna.

The green spring shoots I count the very first—

Svanhild.

Those serve to quench celestial daughters' thirst.

A Young Lady.

Witching as ether fumes they say it is—

Another.

Balmy as lotus, sweet as almond, clear—

Guldstad.

That's not an article we deal in here.

Falk [who has meanwhile come down from the
verandah].

Ah, ladies, every mortal has a small
Private celestial empire in his heart.
There bud such shoots in thousands, kept apart
By Shyness's soon shatter'd Chinese Wall.