For that { stormy June day you } remember, { New Year's dance you must } When we { sheltered together from rain, { waltzed to a languorous strain, While the sky, like the Fifth of November, } And our souls glowed despite 'twas December } Gleamed with lightening outrivalling P { ain. } With a burning but glorious p { } Ah me! In my fire's dying ember I can see that { dank Devonshire lane. { bright ball-room again. And } I spoke { of the love that I } bore you, Yet } { not then, fearing to } And of how for a widow I } yearned, Though for maidenly love my heart } Not a schoolgirl { and fealty I swore you, { I'd gazed on before you, And you listened till sunshine re- } turned, Had my heart with such sweet madness } Then { you } parted { from me who } adore you, { we } { but still I } And my heart and umbrella you spurned. } Though you may not my love have discerned, } Not repelled by { hoarded-up } money, { having no } I adore you, my { Belle, } for yourself, { Nell, } You are sweeter than music or honey; And Dan Cupid's a sensuous elf, Who is drawn to the fair and the sunny, And is blind unto nothing but pelf. Need we feel a less genuine passion Because we { shall } live in May-fair? { can't } Love { blooms rich } in the hothouse of fashion, { oft fades } 'Tis { an orchid that flourishes there; { a moss-rose that needs the fresh air; Yet I would not my own darling lass shun Were she even as { poor } as she's { fair. { rich } { rare. There are fools who adore a complexion That's like strawberries mingled with cream. } As with Nubian blacking a gleam } A brunette } is my own predilection, But a blonde } And the glances from { dark } eyes that beam { blue } Then refuse not my deathless affection, Neither shatter my amorous dream. You're the very first { woman } who's thrilled me { maiden } With the passion that tongue cannot tell. Of none else have I thought since you filled me With { despair in that Devonshire dell. } { unrest when the waltz wove its spell. } When your final refusal has killed me. On my heart will be found graven { Belle. { Nell. "How strange!" said Lillie. "You combine the disqualifications of two of the previous candidates. You are apparently poor and you have received only half a proposal."