Sidney Lanier

“ I roamed from Maine to Floridy,
And,—see where them Palmettos grows?
I bought that little key,
“Cal’latin’ for to build right off
A c’lossal sanitarium:
Big surf! Gulf breeze! Jest death upon a cough! ”

“ That boat laid right whar that hotel had stood,
And hit sailed out to sea!
“No: I’ll not keep you: good-bye, friend.
Don’t think about it much,—preehaps
Your brain might git see-sawin’, end for end,
Like them asylum chaps ”