June 20, 1796
Dear Lady,
We passed on the avenue today…
it was late afternoon,
you were dressed in evening promises,
and I, in hopeful pursuit;
oh, how you caught me off my guard…
Your eyes trailed,
you smiled demure, do you remember?
I missed my chance as we passed,
for you sent me reeling into a dream…
I asked my companions,
and they saw everything,
(and they will torment me to no end)
but they did know of you,
and this is how my letter has found you…
I don’t know if you give your eyes so freely
to every man you pass,
if so, I would not fault you,
such a prize is such a decent man’s due,
and it is yours to give…
but if, beyond my furthest hope,
your eyes were for me alone,
then alone you may have me…
I would dearly like to meet you,
my carriage will await at your gate at 9:30,
it is yours to take at your will… .
So I have written her,
opened my heart to her
though I thought it lost,
yet here reawakened by a glance;
and I, offering it so freely
to a mere apparition
with little chance of return…
.
I hear my carriage now, a hollow sound of late,
over the broad cobblestones; a lonely sound, cruelly reflecting these vacant days…
I have grown accustomed to them,
perhaps it is my fate…
. . .
Sir! Sir!
What is it, Alfred?
A lady awaits… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
 listen to The End of Vacant Days
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"Vacant Days Theme" - from "Thinking of August" by our very own Random Goldfish (mod 23 by me) and who is romantically thinking of August...
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