The spot whereon ringlets of raven once growed,
Ere I sainted that Bourbon, the good Jesse James,
And saved brother Frank from the high scaffolds claims.
Jobbery,
Snobbery,
All I’d eschew,
For the ravishing moment I snatched kiss from you.
O that kiss! that staccato-like thud!
Sound as when cow pulls her hoof from the mud.
Nicolini stood by, but I cared not a whit