A pretty girl I called to mind,
The fairest thing that I could find,
Because the world had turned to pain
As night and sleep came on again.
Her face had come to mind before,
Her body much attraction bore,
But whilst I stripped her clothes away,
I sought in vain to make her stay.
Then as her image disappeared
And mind's conventions interfered,
I heard a voice exclaim: "How long
Before the real thing comes along!"