Flashed through me as I sat and gazed.
But not the less some season I made shift
To keep my wits undazed.
And so I mused and mooned; for three long weeks
I stood it: on the fourth I fell.
All trace of natural colour fled my cheeks,
And I felt—far from well.
* * * * *
Hollow-cheeked, hectic, rufus-headed dames,
With opiate eyes, and foreheads all