Waits answer ere I rise and go my way."

Whereupon, yet one other time the name.

To end she looks the large deliberate look,

Even prolongs it somewhat; then the soul

Bursts forth in a clear laugh that lengthens on,

On, till—thinned, softened, silvered, one might say

The bitter runnel hides itself in sand,

Moistens the hard gray grimly comic speech.

"Ay—give the baffled angler even yet

His supreme triumph as he hales to shore