“Of after-dreams!”
Thus prayed the men of Tyre
And other towns demolished by God’s ire.
But we to-day have learned and waxed more wise.
We look into dear Lady Dodo’s eyes
And sip champagne and eat our fricassee,
Discuss her spaniel’s noble pedigree;
We praise the chef. “And what a pretty dress!
Worth, dear, or Callot?” (Christ! what bashfulness).
And if we wish to have a little game,