But you, my heart’s darling, I hide amidst mazes
More subtle than those of Fair Rosamond’s bower.
“For I own that I fear lest, by praising your charms,
I should e’er to the smallest suspicion give rise,
And some daring pursuer should tear from my arms
My own darling Annie, the light of my eyes!”
E. H. D.
THE ENCHANTED NET.
Could we only give credit to half we are told,