GALLIA

Lady, lady neat

Of the roguish eye,

Wherefore dost thou hie,

Stealthy, down the street,

On well-booted feet?

From French novels I

Gather that you fly,

Guy or Jules to meet.

Furtive dost thou range,

Oft thy cab dost change;

So, at least,‘ tis said:

Oh, the sad old tale

Passionately stale,

We've so often read!