When with me the play she goes, <br />I much admire the buds and bows <br />And all that on Kate’s headgear grows. <br />But when some other night I see <br />That hat between the stage and me, <br />My taste and Kate’s do not agree.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-variance/
