Afternoon Tea

" What, no more tea? Do have a cigarette. "
You are very pretty, but it's very plain
That you don't see beyond the driving rain
That bush-grown wall, that dog-eared parapet,
Which somehow I can't manage to forget,
Despite your pleasant chat. But I refrain
From comment. " Nice to see you once again.
" Sorry you go to-morrow. Glad we met. "

Tea, cigarettes, automobiles, and calls
On others like yourself! Well, it may be
It would not add to your felicity
To know that aforetime, where you chattered thus,
The starving Goths yelled from the cracking walls,
Shaken by the engines of Belisarius.
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