They stoop, then rise; they kneel, then know of heaven,—
And say, Pauline, if once there rose in view
An aim sublime, to make one proud, so proud,
Say, would he not do thus?”—
“Ha!” laugh’d a voice;
And soon Doretta’s curls a shade shook down
Between his face and mine. She smooth’d his brow;
And with a wreath of heart’s-ease crown’d it then.
“There, there, my sweet heart, be at ease,” we heard.
“You take my head then for my heart,” he said.