Said Miss Riley, who could not her feelings command,
As she seized and kept hold of young Donoghue's hand.
"Shall you tell them? Oh, no;
Though I'm very so-so.
And my heart beats so fast,
It will sure burst at last.
No! 'tis useless cold water to throw on my grief,
Far too deep are my sorrows for such a relief.
Oh, could you but feel
What my tongue must reveal—