Hidden away in amorous bowers—
Lilac, laburnum’s golden showers.
Kiss, clink of glasses, laughter heard,
And nightingales quite undeterred.
And then that last extravagance—
O Jeanne, a single amber glance
Will pay him!—“Let’s play millionaire
For just two hours—on princely fare,
At some hotel where lovers dine
A deux and pledge across the wine!”