GO, little book — the ancient phrase

And still the daintiest — go your ways,

My Otto, over sea and land,

Till you shall come to Nelly’s hand.

How shall I your Nelly know?

By her blue eyes and her black brow,

By her fierce and slender look,

And by her goodness, little book!

What shall I say when I come there?

You shall speak her soft and fair:

See — you shall say — the love they send

To greet their unforgotten friend!

Giant Adulpho you shall sing

The next, and then the cradled king:

And the four corners of the roof

Then kindly bless; and to your perch aloof,

Where Balzac all in yellow dressed

And the dear............