"My Cigarette" is a light piece, and very pretty. I will quote the opening lines and the last stanza: -
"My cigarette! The amulet
That charms afar unrest and sorrow;
The magic wand, that fair beyond
To-day can conjure up to-morrow.
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 raindrop on my window plashes;
My cigarette and heart are out,
And naught is left me but their ashes."
In order to do justice to the author of the ode "To Fancy," I will take my last quotation from a very pretty poem of his entitled "Indian Summer:" -
"When the first light snow of winter falls
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