But where is it I ope mine eyes!
Oh, can I be in Paradise!
That voice so innocent—so gay,
Seem’d but to laugh as angels may!
A wild, full, childish peal of joy,
The halloo of a noble boy,
And something like a sister’s glee,
Ha-ha-ing in full harmony.
LXXVII.
Mine eyes were scarcely yet unclos’d;