You 've to settle yet Gibson's hash,
And Grisi yet lives in clover.
But you meet the Prince at the Board,
I 'm queen myself at bals-paré,
I 've married a rich old lord,
And you 're dubbed knight and an R. A.
Each life unfulfilled, you see;
It hangs still, patchy and scrappy:
We have not sighed deep, laughed free,
Starved, feasted, despaired,—been happy,