CHAPTER XIX.—EUSTASIA MAPLELEAFE.

O eyes of pale forget-me-not blue,

Wash’d more pale by a dreamy dew!

O red red lips, O dainty tresses,

O heart the breath of the world distresses!

O little lady, do they divine

That they have fathomed thee and thine?

Fools! let them fathom lire, and beat