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,