“MY Misho! tell me, tell me, pray,
Where wert thou wandering yesterday?”
‘I did not ramble—did not roam;
A wretched head-ache kept me home.’
“A thousand times I’ve said, I think,
No widows love—no water drink!
But thou, a thoughtless unbeliever,
Wilt water drink, and get a fever;
Wilt give to widows thine affection,
And find remorse, or find rejection;
Now take my counsel,—drink of wine,
And be a virgin maiden thine!”