Volume 146 — PROOF
Reading edition
Addressed to a Lady who has asked for it.
Of old, when in the dance's-whirl Or crouched behind a friendly screen I fell in love with any girl (You know the kind of love I mean), I gave the credit to champagne— And breathed again. When first we met, a more intense Emotion stirred me, I admit, But having dined at great expense I didn't like to mention it, For tribute seemed to Bacchus due As much as you. But love that made a parish hop A sacred feast for both of us Burst into flame without a drop Of alcoholic stimulus; And love that thrives on lemonade Can never fade.