For you know who you are
Oh there goes a beauty so smooth as to
Wipe the dirt out of this eerie ornament.
A compliment so slyly achieved too
As to provide the landlords with their rent.
The tender groom will sur’ly have his dive
When the girl happily comes (phew, full surprise!).
But ere! ere shall she come in when the strife
Is bad: a perfumed man, his lies disguised
In mythomania. The groom shall say
“Phantastica pseudologia!” when
They from hearsay the boozing trick convey.
But all will be silence, loving still, then.
—-And so to you: terror’s ways, the ease gone:
—-With the odd light extinguished in our throne.