Tears sometimes obtain in a widow’s eye And sometimes contempt, or secret relief But none of this is the fault of a single man Whose basic purpose is to serve as a fourth
His love does not lead to family rows And though his bed is couched in solitude This solitude is a dreamy, pillowed peace: Nocturnes from Chopin, a book beside a lamp
Tears may obtain in a widower’s eye But a single man sleeps beneath that second star