How memory fondly lingers
On a pressure of the fingers,
And thought upon a whispered nothing dwells!
Foolish Belles!
The Departure.
Oh, the parting from the Swells, the heart-smarting of the Belles!
Pledging no surcease of sorrow
Till the meeting on the morrow,
As with gleaming eyes they murmur their farewells—
Lucky Swells!