When I wrote Aux Italiens long ago
(And Trovatore rhymed with purgatory)
I little thought Paris one day should know
The bard in an Ambassador's full glory.
Ah! I shall miss the Oriental show
Of Ind—but that is scarce a pleasant story,
And, after all, I fancy that my Charis
Had always, more or less, a touch of Paris.
"Lucile," for instance! Well, I've wandered far
From my old Wanderer days; tout mieux, perchance.