MONSIEUR LE SECRETAIRE

Mon cher Monsieur le Secretaire,

Your song flits with me everywhere;

It lights on Fancy's prow and sings

Me on divinest voyagings:

And when my ruler love would fain

Be laid upon it — high again

It mounts, and hugs itself from me

With rapturous wings — still dwindlingly —

On!— on! till but a ghost is there

Of song, Monsieur le Secretaire!