That stony Stair I would forget.
With ancient baluStcrs beset,
Which led me from the sunny Street:
For there it was that Love's defeat
Was consummated as we met.
Listen ! I hear a caStanet
Of tripping footfalls echo yet;
But is it Love whose quick Steps beat
That Stony Stair ?
I turned to ask her, " sweet Lynette—■
Alas ! My Star of hope had set;
For eyes I love refused to greet
A love they scorned as obsolete;
Ah me I I would I could forget
That Stony Stare.