O! SERAPHINE, my Seraphine!
When first I saw your face
Flash by me in your limousine,
Methought there ne’er before was seen
Such loveliness, such grace.
Dear Grace! her image glows as bright
Upon my heart to-day
As when, a vision of delight,
She first rejoiced my raptured sight,
One afternoon in May.
’Twas then I took fair May to be
My bride, and I was true,
Or nearly so. I fail to see,
Considering my constancy,
What grounds May had to sue.
“And what became of Sue?” you say.
Alas! I have not seen
Excepting, in a casual way,
A sign of Susan since the day
I first met Seraphine.