With a smiling face and a heart at ease?
No dream at night, when by wonderful laws
The bodies are dead, the spirits alive;
No little heart—sinking without a cause
When the perfect sunshine made nature thrive;
No omen or signal, little or great,
Not a quicken'd pulse or a flutter'd breath;—
So Harry and I rush'd on to our fate,
And the unseen world was passive as Death.
We stroll'd through the gardens till dinner came,