Was it, Nannette, so long ago?

T rois vingt et—Chut! How time does go!

You must be dead! What do I know! 'Twas long ago.

Your eyes—ah, I remember now!

They seemed to say, "But, Pierre, you're so,

So bad!" And that was long ago,

Long, long ago.

Yes, they were blue. And you stood there,

And then the wind blew out your hair.

How beautiful! how soft! how fair,

Nannette, your hair!

So long it takes one to forget!

I have been glad, and am, and yet,

Sometimes—it's strange—one's eyes are wet.

Nannette! Nannette!

What's that! I dream! Did some one speak?

Her hair was blown across my cheek.

It seemed so. How the shutters creak!

Did some one speak?