<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Paris Day By Day: A Family Epistle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(TO MRS. HENRY HARLAND)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paris, half Angel, half Grisette,<br>I would that I were with thee yet,<br>Where the long boulevard at even<br>Stretches its starry lamps to heaven,<br>And whispers from a thousand trees<br>Vague hints of the Hesperides.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once more, once more, my heart, to sit<br>With Aline's smile and Harry's wit,<br>To sit and sip the cloudy green,<br>With dreamy hints of speech between;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, may be, flashing all intent<br>At call of some stern argument,<br>When the New Woman fain would be,<br>Like the Old Male, her husband, free.<br>The prose-man takes his mighty lyre<br>And talks like music set on fire!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The while the merry crowd slips by<br>Glittering and glancing to the eye,<br>All happy lovers on their way<br>To make a golden end of day--<br>Ah! Cafe truly called _La Paix_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or at the _pension_ I would be<br>With Transatlantic maidens three,<br>The same, I vow, who once of old<br>Guarded with song the trees of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lady, lady, _Vis-a-Vis_,<br>When shall I cease to think of thee,<br>On whose fair head the Golden Fleece<br>Too soon, too soon, returns to Greece--<br>Oh, why to Athens e'er depart?<br>Come back, come back, and bring my heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And she whose gentle silver grace,<br>So wise of speech and kind of face,<br>Whose every wise and witty word<br>Fell shy, half blushing to be heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last, but ah! surely not least dear,<br>That blithe and buxom buccaneer,<br>Th' avenging goddess of her sex,<br>Born the base soul of man to vex,<br>And wring from him those tears and sighs<br>Tortured from woman's heart and eyes.<br>Ah! fury, fascinating, fair--<br>When shall I cease to think of _her_!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paris, half Angel, half Grisette,<br>I would that I were with thee yet,<br>But London waits me, like a wife,--<br>London, the love of my whole life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell her not, Paris, mercy me!<br>How I have flirted, dear, with thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Le+Gallienne">Richard Le Gallienne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=568367" data-title="Paris Day By Day: A Family Epistle de Richard Le Gallienne" data-description="(TO MRS. HENRY HARLAND) Paris, half Angel, half Grisette, I would that I were with thee yet, Where the long boulevard at even Stretches its starry lamps to heaven, And whispers from a thousand trees Vague hints of the Hesperides. Once more, once..."></div> </div> </div>

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