And sombre pine-trees down below.
We watched the sunset's ruddy glow,
We watched the lengthened shadows grow,
Her eyes and dimples were unique—
A Climbing Girl!
To Chamouni our pace was slow,
It darker grew, we whispered low;
Her dimples played at hide-and-seek—
Ah me! 'twas only Tuesday week
She married Viscount So-and-so—