not tonight josephinein an army's strength
therein lies the denouement
from here you're haunting me
by the seine so beautiful,
only not to be of use-- impossible
so strange, victory- 1200 spires
the only sound, moscow burning
empty like the tuileries.
like a dream vienna seems,
only not to be of use- impossible
in the last extremity -- to advance
or not to advance- i hear you laughing
even still you're calling me
"not tonight, not tonight not tonight
josephine"
