IF you see this song, my dear, <br />And last year's toast, <br />I'm confoundedly in fear <br />You'll be serious and severe <br />About the boast. <br /> <br />Blame not that I sought such aid <br />To cure regret. <br />I was then so lowly laid <br />I used all the Gasconnade <br />That I could get. <br /> <br />Being snubbed is somewhat smart, <br />Believe, my sweet; <br />And I needed all my art <br />To restore my broken heart <br />To its conceit. <br /> <br />Come and smile, dear, and forget <br />I boasted so, <br />I apologise - regret - <br />It was all a jest; - and - yet - <br />I do not know.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/apologetic-postscript-of-a-year-later/
