in 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
