A Vignette of Two Vendors

I know a woman who sells perfume, and keeps me apprized of the richest scents in bloom. Whenever I find my fragrances nearly finished, I peer into her shop window before the store hours diminish. Ever ready is she with scents that enliven the air: Freesia, Jasmine, Vanilla, and Pear. Finally, when I manage to tear myself away, the fragrances linger upon me, far from decay. I then see a man parting from a blacksmith marked, It seemed on his journey home he embarked, In a state unfit, unclean...