O when did you get those far-seeking eyes?
And the stillness in lieu of girlish grace?'
And looking at me she drew back alarm'd,
She felt that something divided us;
She, who lived the life of the happy charm'd,
And I, who am battling with fortune thus.
Out spake her husband—'I know what to do;
Put her to bed—she will wake by-and-by—
Then let her have, in the boudoir with you,
A hot cup of tea and thorough good cry.'