Dora WilliamsWhen Reuben Pantier ran away and threw meI 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.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 magnateWent mad about me—so another fortune.He died one night right in my arms, you know.(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 ElyseesBecame 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.Now in the Campo Santo overlookingThe sea where young Columbus dreamed new worlds,See what they chiseled: “Contessa NavigatoImplora eterna quiete.”
When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw meI 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.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 magnateWent mad about me—so another fortune.He died one night right in my arms, you know.(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 ElyseesBecame 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.Now in the Campo Santo overlookingThe sea where young Columbus dreamed new worlds,See what they chiseled: “Contessa NavigatoImplora eterna quiete.”