The American Spirit in the Writings of Americans of Foreign Birth

by Unknown

I know a woman of leisure who lived in Paris;

Ten happy, fleeting years she had spent there;

Then she returned to the land of her birth—

For a visit.

She made the visit shorter than she had intended;

She thought of the arts she had left behind;

She thought of the boulevards and lighted cafes;

She thought of the Countess de C. and her cercle of friends;

Our streets and cities she no longer liked;

Our people seemed bourgeois to her;