Josephine 

not tonight Josephine. in an army's strength therein lies the denouement. From here you're haunting me. By the Seine so beautiful, only not to be of use - impossible. so strange, victory - 1200 spires, the only sound, Moscow burning. Empty like the Tuileries. Like a dream Vienna seems, only not to be of use - impossible. In the last extremity  -  to advance or not to advance  -   I hear you laughing. even still you're calling me "not tonight, not tonight, not tonight" Josephine