And if still not so happy, they knew in each breast
Was a feeling far deeper than either had guessed;
But the river was wild, Oh! so wild and distracting,
’Twas hard to tell love from hysterical acting.
From the house to the barn and returning again,
They wandered about till they came to the lane
That led past the house, and uneasily ever,
Retracing their footsteps, they watched the wild river;
They saw the fixed marks they had set as a gauge
Disappear in the flood as it reached to that stage;