(Can one who has seen it ever forget?)
As the smile that comes over Harry's face;
It is Heaven on earth—and yet—and yet—
I feel a strange chill steal into my heart—
Should he permit such remarks from the crowd?
Can it be their part? Can it be his part?
They the mean snobs! he the noble and proud!
No shooting to-day of partridge or snipe;
It has steadily rained since morning broke,
In dancing spirits I kindle his pipe