In this Balcōny!
I've nothing in the world to do,
I like the dolce far niente;
I love the eyes of peerless blue,
And nameless grace of Sweet-and-Twenty!
I've lunched with dainty Violet
Off nectarines and fried agoni;
And now I'll smoke a cigarette,
In this Balcōny.
I do not think I care to talk,