Josephine
 
not tonight josephine. 
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 
not tonight" 
Josephine