I've been in love some scores of times,
With Amy, Nellie, Katie, Mary—
To name them all would stretch my rhymes
From here as far as Demerary.
But each has wed some other man,—
Girls always do, I find, in real life,—
And I am left alone to scan
The horizon of my own ideal life.
I still survive. I was, I think,
Not born to run in double harness;