You tricked at picquet till detected.

Whereat I light your cigarette?

And my Grisette!

Lingered a long while, that we might stay

To mark the Seine from the breezy quay

When I ambitiously would be

A man renowned across the sea?

It was but half way round the globe—

And for your gray a silken robe:

I meant, sweetheart, to tell you true,

You said, "Adieu!"

[Pg 95]

For I am wedded more than wived;

Those careless days in thought revived

Young sin contracted long ago—

I only know, I only know,

By busy day, in peopled gloam—

They mar the holiness of home!

I dare not speak of what I fret:

Little Grisette!

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