Or empty—who can say?
What Bard shall dare? Perhaps his nose?—
A shade too pink, or pale, or rose?—
His cut of beard, wig, whisker, hose?—
A wrinkle?—here—or there?—
Perhaps the preux chevalier's chance,
Hung on a word or on a glance,
Or on a single hair!
I know not! But the Parson waited,
The Groomsmen swore, the Bridegroom rated,