You knew him well, of course, of yore,
He cunning was, and boldly charmed;
I pressed him to my bosom’s core,
And warmed.
Ah! have I tired my friendly sprite?
His friendship’s flame has colder grown;
He now forgets and leaves me quite
Alone.
FOOTNOTES:
[11] I.e. made with the two first fingers and thumb, the sign of the Russian cross.