At a Watering-Place
They sit and smoke on the esplanade,The man and his friend, and regard the bayWhere the far chalk cliffs, to the left displayed,Smile sallowly in the decline of day.And saunterers pass with laugh and jest—A handsome couple among the rest.
“That smart proud pair,” says the man to his friend,“Are to marry next week . . . How little he thinksThat dozens of days and nights on endI have stroked her neck, unhooked the linksOf her sleeve to get at her upper arm . . .Well, bliss is in ignorance: what’s the harm!”
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