Spendthrift

You held a wild-flow'r in your fingertips,

Idly you pressed it to indifferent lips,

Idly you tore its crimson leaves a part...

Alas! It was my heart.

You held a wine-cup in your fingertips,

Lightly you pressed it to indifferent lips,

Lightly you drank, and flung away the bowl...

Alas! It was my soul.