Lies lost with its love-litten lay:
’Twas something on ‘green in a grotto,’
And ‘sad seas were sweeter than spray.’”
O theme for the scorn of the scoffer,
I hear my own verses again,
And she ogles me well as I offer
My Lady—Champagne.
The Blooming Damozel.
By D.G.R.
The blooming damozel leaned o’er