With a dim remembrance rising at times
(Only a memory, nothing more)
Of a lovely face and some worthless rhymes.
Meantime till our comedy reaches its end
(It’s comic ending, and nothing more)
I shall live as your lover who loved as a friend—
Shall swear true love till Life be o’er.
And you, you must make believe and attend,
As the steamer throbs from shore to shore.
And so, we shall pass the time for a little