"Very well. But I love it! You must promise not to laugh."
"Begin," she said, sternly, and he began:
"I looked and saw your eyes
In the shadow of your hair,
As the traveller sees the stream
In the shadow of the wood;
And I said, 'My faint heart sighs
Ah me! to linger there,
To drink deep and to dream
In that sweet solitude.'"