30 So much of life have I neglected In following where pleasure calls! Yet were not morals ill affected I even now would worship balls. I love youth’s wanton, fevered madness, The crush, the glitter, and the gladness, The ladies’ gowns so well designed; I love their feet—although you’ll find That all of Russia scarcely numbers Three pairs of shapely feet… And yet, How long it took me to forget Two special feet. And in my slumbers They still assail a soul grown cold And on my heart retain their hold.
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