CHAPTER XXII.
“GO BACK TO YOUR HAUGHTY BRIDE.”
“And will she love thee as well as I?
Will she do for thee what I have done?
See all the pomps of the world pass by,
And look only for thee—beloved one?
“Will she feel when another pronounces thy name
All the thrilling sensations that I have done?
Pride when they praise thee, regret when they blame,
And tenderness always—beloved one?