And waited ’til she wash’d and plann’d her hair;
Whilst Jane made such inquiries which become
So lowly-a stranger to so lordly-a home.
And the blithe bell, diminutive in size,
Sent forth its welcome in the blissful skies—
As though a host of potentates were there
Prebent on turkey, venison, and hare;—
Not so just now, yet shall its merry ting
Continue its accustom’d carolling.—
The time may come again when princely guest