Within my girl’s heart, made their battle-field,
That all my forces failed and life grew faint.
He, for his part, set forth with heart afire
To learn my name,—sad knowledge, easy gained,
Leaving the learner stricken with a chill!
And after that, whenever I might go
To ball or feast, I saw him, only him!
And while the other cavaliers pressed round
To praise my face or dress, or hold my fan,
Or bid me to the dance, he stood aloof