| WHEN Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me | |
| I went to Springfield. There I met a lush, | |
| Whose father just deceased left him a fortune. | |
| He married me when drunk. My life was wretched. | |
| A year passed and one day they found him dead. | 5 |
| That made me rich. I moved on to Chicago. | |
| After a time met Tyler Rountree, villain. | |
| I moved on to New York. A gray-haired magnate | |
| Went mad about me—so another fortune. | |
| He died one night right in my arms, you know. | 10 |
| (I saw his purple face for years thereafter.) | |
| There was almost a scandal. I moved on, | |
| This time to Paris. I was now a woman, | |
| Insidious, subtle, versed in the world and rich. | |
| My sweet apartment near the Champs Élysées | 15 |
| Became a center for all sorts of people, | |
| Musicians, poets, dandies, artists, nobles, | |
| Where we spoke French and German, Italian, English. | |
| I wed Count Navigato, native of Genoa. | |
| We went to Rome. He poisoned me, I think. | 20 |
| Now in the Campo Santo overlooking | |
| The sea where young Columbus dreamed new worlds, | |
| See what they chiseled: ”Contessa Navigato | |
| Implora eterna quiete.” | |
