You went to the opera, dear, last night

In your beautiful new coupe.

I went, and in time to see you alight;

I walked; - my usual way.

You swept to your box like a queen, my dear,


With a shimmer of pearls and lace;

I crept up stairs to the gallery sphere,

For that's my usual place.

There came to your side, in the box, my dear,

In the splendor of evening dress,

Full many a one; but within my tier,

I sat in my loneliness.

They whispered compliments low, my dear,

And you smiled as you heard them speak;

Had my thoughts been uttered for you to hear,