When all my plans have come to grief, And every bill is due, And every faith that's worth belief Has proved itself untrue; And when, as now, I've jilted been By every girl I've met— Ah! then I flee for peace to thee, My darling cigarette. Hail, sorceress! whose cloudy spells About my senses driven, Alone can loose their prison cells And waft my soul to heaven. Above all earthly loves, I swear, I hold thee best—and yet, Would I could see a match for thee, My darling cigarette. With lips unstained to thee I bring A lover's gentle kiss, And woo thee, see, with this fair ring, And this, and this, and this,— But, ah, the rings no sooner cease (Inconstant, vain coquette!) Than, like the rest, thou vanishest In smoke, my cigarette. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING IT IS FINISHED' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 14. THE COMPLAINT by MARK AKENSIDE LINES ON THE VIEW FROM ST. LEONARDS by THOMAS CAMPBELL |