My cage has many rooms / Damask and dark / Nothing there sings, / Not even my lark.
Thursday. D. certainly improved. Better night. Slight tinge of damask revisiting cheek.
but what struck Tom's fancy most was a strange, grim-looking, high backed chair, carved in the most fantastic manner, with a flowered damask cushion, and the round knobs at the bottom of the legs carefully tied up in red cloth, as if it had got the gout in its toes.