MONSIEUR LE SECRETAIRE [JOHN CLARK RIDPATH]
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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!