Tres chère, we know Fortune and Fashion
Are sensible girlhood's sole guides,
Smart maidenhood ridicules passion,
And sentiment calmly derides.
I gave you "Bel Ami" as token
That we were not victims of "glow;"
You gave me your vow—is it broken?
My own Angelina, say "No!"
We vowed, dear, no matter at what age,
By Sentiment not to be hooked,