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CONVERSATION GALANTE


1 I observe: `Our sentimental friend the moon!
2 Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
3 It may be Prester John's balloon
4 Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
5 To light poor travellers to their distress.'
6 She then: "How you digress!"

7 And I then: "Some one frames upon the keys
8 That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain
9 The night and moonshine; music which we seize
10 To body forth our own vacuity."
11 She then: "Does this refer to me?"
12 "Oh no, it is I who am inane."

13 "You, madam, are the eternal humorist,
14 The eternal enemy of the absolute,
15 Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist!
16 With your air indifferent and imperious
17 At a stroke our mad poetics to confute --"
18 And -- "Are we then so serious?"

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