Classic Poem

Seeing the water-cress in Paris where
We dine together, she alone and I —
And she is charming with her breeding high! —
I quite forget my lady debonair,
Forget the silver glitter and the glare.
The garcon fades ... A mist is in mine eye ...
Something is wrong, — and tho' the wine I try,
Chateau Yquem is but vin ordinaire .

Ah me! Ah me! at home again I seem;
Again with you I tread the Summer air
And watch the sunlight kiss your glowing hair:
Oh, let me have once more my golden dream, —
You — sweetheart — you , long lost, that with me there
Waded for cresses in the Indian stream!