I’ll walk by day, and glory in the sun:
My spring is come, my soul has broken free,
Action henceforth shall be my poetry.
Lind.
Make poetry of what you please for me;
But how if Mrs. Halm should take amiss
Your breaking of her furniture to pieces?
Falk.
What!—she, who lays her daughters and her nieces
Upon the altar of her boarders’ bliss,—