For ears too distant to hear what they say.
From a lily bud can a voice be sent?—
'Let us hope the Captain's wild oats are sown;
A pretty young wife should make him content'—
Only a word in a soft-spoken tone!
Moving serenely 'mid beauty and song,
Am not I born for the glittering throng?
Treading on roses with delicate feet,
Is not a life a perpetual treat?
Can we be more than delighted and blest?