Your eyes—ah, I remember now!
They seemed to say, "But, Pierre, you're so,
So bad!" And that was long ago,
Long, long ago.
Yes, they were blue. And you stood there,
And then the wind blew out your hair.
How beautiful! how soft! how fair,
Nannette, your hair!
So long it takes one to forget!
I have been glad, and am, and yet,