Only Until This Cigarette Is Ended, A Little Moment At The End Of All, While On The Floor The Quiet Ashes Fall, And In The Firelight To A Lance Extended, Bizarrely With The Jazzing Music Blended, The Broken Shadow Dances On The Wall, I Will Permit My Memory To Recall The Vision Of You, By All My Dreams Attended. And Then Adieu,--Farewell!--The Dream Is Done. Yours Is A Face Of Which I Can Forget The Color And The Features, Every One, The Words Not Ever, And The Smiles Not Yet; But In Your Day This Moment Is The Sun Upon A Hill, After The Sun Has Set.