Two Other Hearts
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manly face,
As he pressed her to his bosom in a fervent, fond embrace.
No cost of others’ happiness found place within his thought;
The weakness of life’s brittle thread no dim forebodings brought.
But tenderer than the light of love, more brittle than life’s thread,
The shrouds that wrapped two other hearts gave up their withered dead;
For, crumbling in his waistcoat, their glowing future dashed,
Two excellent Havanas were very badly smashed.
London Tobacco.