"Does she love as I love? I do not know, but all that I know is this—
'Tis enough to stay for an hour at her side and dream awhile of her kiss,
'Tis enough to clasp the hands of her, and 'neath the shade of her hair
To press my lips on her lily brow and leave my kisses there.
"In the dreary days on the vagrant ways whereon my feet have trod
She came as a star to cheer my way, a guiding star from God,
She came from the dreamy choirs of heaven, lovely and wondrous wise,
And I follow the path that is lighted up by her eyes, her eyes."
"I don't like that song, because I don't know what it is about," said Moleskin when I had finished. "The one about English Bill is far and away better. When you talk about a man that drops like a spavined mule in the knacker's yard, I know what you mean, but a girl that comes from the dreamy choirs of heaven, wherever they are, is not the kind of wench for a man like you and me, Flynn."
I felt a little disappointed, and made no reply to the criticism of my mate.