What kind of poem is this:
âI STOOD at the back of the shop, my dear,
But you did not perceive me.
Well, when they deliver what you were shown
I shall know nothing of it, believe me!â
And he coughed and coughed as she paled and said,
âO, I didnât see you come in thereâ
Why couldnât you speak?â â âWell, I didnât. I left
That you should not notice Iâd been there.
âYou were viewing some lovely things. âSoon required
For a widow, of latest fashionâ;
And I knew âtwould upset you to meet the man
Who had to be cold and ashen
âAnd screwed in a box before they could dress you
âIn the last new note in mourning,â
As they defined it. So, not to distress you,
I left you to your adorning.â