Though none the less merry or jauntily gay,
Whilst some were profuse in a brilliant display.
Selina! Selina was there! Were there ever
Such eyes as Selina’s? No wonder the river
Crept higher and higher to bask in the light
Of her dark, rolling eyes. No wonder that night
That the stars faded fast and from envy withdrew,
For her eyes were far brighter—they every one knew.
Ah, the runaway laugh of Louisa still rings
Like a merry and lingering echo. It brings