It is—it is no go!
By this lip he longed to taste;
By this zone-encircled waist;
By “dear William’s” quenched love,
Which I never more can move;
Give me—solace in my woe—
All the cash, and let me go!
Madam Rachel, I’ll be gone:
Think of me sweet, when alone.
I will fly to Mr. Knox;