’Twas post meridian, half-past four,
By signal I from Nancy parted,
At six she linger’d on the shore,
With uplift hands and broken hearted.
At seven, while taughtening the forestay,
I saw her faint, or else ’twas fancy;
At eight we all got under weigh,
And bade a long adieu to Nancy!
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At last,—’twas in the month of May,—