Chapter 16 No.16

Our talk had been serious and sober,

But our thoughts they were palsied and sere,-

Our memories were treacherous and sere;

For we knew not the month was October,

And we marked not the night of the year

(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)

We noted not the dim lake of Auber-

(Though once we had journeyed down here),

Remembe