Gave me a perfumed, amber-tinted note,
For Countess Lara, which, with some adieus,
Craved her remembrance morning, noon, and night;
Her prayers while gone, her smiles when he returned;
Then told his sudden fortune with the cards,
And bade her keep the jewels. That is all.
Lara.
All? Is that all? 'T has only cracked my heart!
A heart, I know, of little, little worth—
An ill-cut ruby, scarred and scratched before,