Spite of all her reach of art!
Oh, to roam with her!”
“Is there more?” Wanza queried as I again paused.
“Oh, yes! It’s rather long.” I bent forward and gave the fire a poke. “That’s about enough for one evening, isn’t it?”
“No, no! I want to hear it all. Oh, go on, Mr. Dale, please!”
“Marna with the wind’s will,
Daughter of the sea!
Marna of the quick disdain,
Starting at the dream of stain!
At a smile with love aglow,