And if the mortally wounded warrior revives, and if
      his after-dinner pipe leads the drowsy sinner
to cast a long loving look at the cello in the corner
      that has his initials on it; if I seem puzzled or uncertain
at the gates of neglected graveyards or Oxford colleges, and if
      when I see you I fail to exclaim at the noose
of a necklace around your neck, sure sign of court intrigue;
      if all your objections are overruled by the judge;
if the adulterer’s hour comes and goes, and lady takes off her clothes