Small chance, though, we ever shall meet,—
So let's turn our old love into laughter,
And face the thing through. Shall we, sweet?
Can you give me up, Jack, to this roué,
Just because we may always be poor?
There's still enough time, dear, et tu es
Un brave,—you will come, I am sure.
Put your trunk on the swiftest Cunarder,
And don't give me up, Jack, for—well,
There are things in this world that are harder