Nor will go so far wrong,
As to think that my song
As a close to your tale is intended."
"Dear, what can the girl mean?
'Twill be presently seen,"
Muttered he as the promise he gave.
Then her voice mounted high,
As a lark in the sky,
As she warbled each beautiful stave.
Ev'ry ear it arrests, ev'ry whisper soon dropt,