| WELL, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted, | |
| Your love was not all in vain. | |
| I owe whatever I was in life | |
| To your hope that would not give me up, | |
| To your love that saw me still as good. | 5 |
| Dear Emily Sparks, let me tell you the story. | |
| I pass the effect of my father and mother; | |
| The milliners daughter made me trouble | |
| And out I went in the world, | |
| Where I passed through every peril known | 10 |
| Of wine and women and joy of life. | |
| One night, in a room in the Rue de Rivoli, | |
| I was drinking wine with a black-eyed cocotte, | |
| And the tears swam into my eyes. | |
| She thought they were amorous tears and smiled | 15 |
| For thought of her conquest over me. | |
| But my soul was three thousand miles away, | |
| In the days when you taught me in Spoon River. | |
| And just because you no more could love me, | |
| Nor pray for me, nor write me letters, | 20 |
| The eternal silence of you spoke instead. | |
| And the black-eyed cocotte took the tears for hers, | |
| As well as the deceiving kisses I gave her. | |
| Somehow, from that hour, I had a new vision | |
| Dear Emily Sparks! | 25 |