From Virginia to Paris

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From Virginia to Paris

The polecat, sovereign of its native wood,

Dashes damnation upon bad and good;

The health of all the upas trees impairs

By exhalations deadlier than theirs;

Poisons the rattlesnake and warts the toad⁠—

The creeks go rotten and the rocks corrode!

She shakes o’er breathless hill and shrinking dale

The horrid aspergillus of her tail!

From every saturated hair, till dry,

The spargent fragrances divergent fly,

Stifle the world and reek along the sky!

Removed to alien scenes, amid the strife

Of urban odors to ungladden life⁠—

Where gas and sewers and dead dogs conspire

The flesh to torture and the soul to fire⁠—

Where all the “well defined and several stinks”

Known to mankind hold revel and high jinks⁠—

Humbled in spirit, smitten with a sense

Of lost distinction, leveled eminence,

Her powers atrophied, her vigor sunk,

She lives deodorized, a sweeter skunk.