All the strange passion had vanish'd, I ween;
The Harry I knew had come back again;
And on his sweet face I had never seen
A sweeter smile than illumin'd it then.
With smiles he caress'd me: 'you little thing—
You dear little thing,' he tenderly said;
'We have banish'd you by the cards we bring;
Let us banish cards and have you instead.'
I clapp'd my hands, and my heart beat light,
As I softly whisper'd, 'Indeed you may,