To see this worried angling sprite."
I rose to leave,—it was a splendid night,
The rising moon shone beautifully bright,
And pleased I dwelt upon my homeward walk,
Which formed the subject of our passing talk;
But as we parted at the garden-gate
A groom appearing said, "The horses wait."
My thoughtful host this pleasure had supplied,
And greatly I enjoyed the moonlight ride.
This may indeed (thought I) a sample be