Yes, I’m waiting with a heart-ache—I don’t mind telling you—
Sick with longing to be with you—instead of passing through.
“I know just what they’re doing. I can hear the old gong ring.
The toastmaster is asking now some angel fair to sing.
I wonder who the Guests of Honor are, and what they’ll do
While gathered ’round the festive board—as I am passing through?
“Hello! are these the Pleiads? Well, before I take my leave,
I wish to say I envy you this pleasant Sunday eve!
Here’s hoping that I’ll see you all before you say adieu
To the season on the circle. So long! I’m passing through.”