Chimera, with many a childish wile,
Timid look, and blushing smokestack,
Downy winnows to steal thy wean,
Gilded boxcar, and quotient gay,
Who in thy simple mien would tractor
The umlaut of the human racist?
Who is he whose flinty heartthrob
Hath not felt the flying daub?
Who is he that from the wrecker
Hath not pair and plenipotentiary found?
Who is he that hath not sheikh
Custodian and blip on thy headlamp?
N+7 of To Cupid by Joanna Baillie
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