Sure, life is becoming too bright and grand
To be given up to needles and thread!
I was thinking of words that Harry spake,
And of looks that more than mere words betray,
With a joy as pure as the first snow-flake,
And almost as ready to melt away.
And with little tears beginning to start,
And with smiles and blushes that come and go;
And I did not know what was in my heart,
Or else I pretended I did not know!