To tell his marriage.—Ah! so kind—
So good he is!—And I—so blind!
But thus he always came to me—
Me, first of all, he used to bring
His sorrow to—his ecstasy—
His hopes and everything;
And if I joyed with him or wept,
It was not long the music slept,—
And if he sung, or if I played—
Or both,—we were the braver made.