I will be standing on the terrace, say!"
"I would I had a good long lock of hair
Should prove I was not lying! Never mind!"
Off she went—"May he not refuse, that 's all—
Fearing a trick!"
I answered, "He will come."
And, all day, I sent prayer like incense up
To God the strong, God the beneficent,
God ever mindful in all strife and strait,
Who, for our own good, makes the need extreme,