Putting my heart in with the filling!
My cigarette! I see her yet, -
The white smoke from her red lips curling,
Her dreaming eyes, her soft replies,
Her gentle sighs, her laughter purling!
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Ah, dainty roll, whose parting soul
Ebbs out in many a snowy billow,
I too would burn if I might earn
Upon her lips so sweet a pillow!
Ah, cigarette! The gay coquette
Has long forgot the flames she lighted,
And you and I unthinking by
Alike are thrown, alike are slighted.
The darkness gathers fast without,
A rain-drop on my window plashes;
My cigarette and heart are out,
And naught is left me but their ashes!
C. F. L.