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WELL, Tom, the Carnival is done.
Let's take a pipe and talk it over.
To germans, parties, balls, and fun
I've been a pretty constant rover.
Those favors hung across my door
Attest the way that I've been spending
My nights, for full a month or more, -
Alas! the jolly season's ending.
That violin so small and thin
I got from Lucy's fairy fingers, -
Ah me! how lightly did we spin,
And what romance around it lingers!
And there's a dainty silk rosette
I had from pretty Lillie Glover, -
She is indeed an arch coquette,
But don't suspect that I'm her lover.
And there are pipes and long cigars
With sugar-plums so neatly laden;
And here are gilt and silver stars,
Pinned on my coat by many a maiden.
But don't suppose that I'm in love,
Although just now it is the fashion;
My thoughts are soaring far above
To fame, - a nobler, deeper passion.
And yet methinks I did forget
One favor in this category, -
It is a sprig of mignonette,
Now withered and bereft of glory.
Of her who gave what shall I say?
The less perhaps will be the better,
For dreams of fame may pass away,
But I will nevermore forget her.
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