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Or, more likely, you're dancing a galop,
Or deuxtemps, or playing at cards,
Or eating, perhaps, a marsh-mallow
Brought by Harry or George from Maillard's.
Or deuxtemps, or playing at cards,
Or eating, perhaps, a marsh-mallow
Brought by Harry or George from Maillard's.
Perhaps De la Roche is proposing,
And calling the stars, and the earth
To witness his love, and, in closing,
Remarks, apropos—what he's worth.
And calling the stars, and the earth
To witness his love, and, in closing,
Remarks, apropos—what he's worth.
Perhaps you are talking with Lily
Of "that little insipid Durand!"
Of how happy he looked, but "so silly,"
When you squeezed a good-night to his hand.
Of "that little insipid Durand!"
Of how happy he looked, but "so silly,"
When you squeezed a good-night to his hand.
Perhaps—but I fear that my guessing
Is fruitless, and foolish; and all
I can do, will not change my distressing,
Sad lot till you're here in the Fall.
Is fruitless, and foolish; and all
I can do, will not change my distressing,
Sad lot till you're here in the Fall.
