I sold you playthings, very little more
Though greater things for less I might have given:
You only took such small things from my store
As a cup of wine or a penny’s worth of ribbon!

I sold you silly trinkets to amuse
You for an idle summer’s hour or two:
Upon my higher shelves were things to use
More earnestly, but these escaped your view.

Or if you noticed them you gave no sign,
And I somehow lacked courage to display
Such precious things. You drank the cup of wine
And tucked the bit of silken goods away
And nonchalantly went on graceful feet
To spend your gold across the shallow street.