Then as we linger at luncheon here O'er many a dainty dish, Let us drink anew to the time when you Were a tadpole and I was a fish. - Langdon Smith

And that was a million years ago In a time that no man knows;
Yet here tonight in the mellow light We sit at Delmonico's.
Your eyes are deep as the Devon springs, Your hair is dark as jet,
Your years are few, your life is new, Your soul untried, and yet —

I was thewed like an Auroch bull And tusked like the great cave bear;
And you, my sweet, from head to feet Were gowned in your glorious hair.

Loud I howled through the moonlit wastes, Loud answered our kith and kin;
From west and east to the crimson feast The clan came tramping in.