And me from my beloved Nancy!
Alas! Confound the Frogs, I says!
Though fair the wind and fine the weather,
I cannot yet forecaste the day
When Nance and I shall come together.
That Prime Meridian serves to floor
My fondest hopes, my warmest fancy.
It’s still unfixed, and never more
I fear shall I see it or Nancy.
Punch. October 25, 1884.