ABSTRACT
‘Sigma’. From Kottabos, Vol. Ill, Dublin, 1881. Signed with a capital sigma. When noontide’s azure turns to gold, And evening’s gold to grey; When heaven-wrought tapestries enfold The throne of parted day; When through the twilight’s falling veil Peeps out Love’s rising star – Oh! fairer than its light I hail The light of your cigar. When woodbines to the night disclose Their trumpet’s weight of dew; When lilies droop, and violets close, And daphnes breathe – of you; Mid all a summer night e’er gave Of fragrance wandering far; Still, still my aching breast would crave One whiff of your cigar.
