Apologetic Postscript Of A Year Later by Robert Louis Stevenson
IF you see this song, my dear, And last year's toast, I'm confoundedly in fear You'll be serious and severe About the boast.
Blame not that I sought such aid To cure regret. I was then so lowly laid I used all the Gasconnade That I could get.
Being snubbed is somewhat smart, Believe, my sweet; And I needed all my art To restore my broken heart To its conceit.
Come and smile, dear, and forget I boasted so, I apologise - regret - It was all a jest; - and - yet - I do not know.
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