If I may recount time —
            (I shall, I shan’t)
— then in this second try,
I chime: 
            Yes, indeed, I love this Dolly so;
            of course, with greed,
            I take and hold it close.

The peril, the tragedy, such travesty —
            (where was I? how did I not know?
             I am foolish, I am mad,
             I grieve without being sad)
— the end of all that is good.

The whimsy, the joy, the folly —
O, my Dear, my Dolly! I fall,
              I fall,
To my knees, for all —
I surrender, I surrender,
My love, my life,
   my self,
                — has lost.