" P HYLLIS , if I could I'd paint you
As I see you sitting there,
You distracting little saint, you,
With your aureole of hair.
If I only were an artist,
And such glances could be caught,
You should have the very smartest
Picture frame that can be bought!

" Phyllis, since I can't depict your
Charms, or give you aught but fame,
Will you be yourself the picture?
Will you let me be the frame?
Whose protecting clasp may bind you
Always — "

" Nay, " cried Phyllis; " hold,
Or you'll force me to remind you
Paintings must be framed with gold! "