And interchanged with Constance’s own breath
The sweet eternal vows that bound their faith.
“To paint that being to a grovelling mind
Were like portraying pictures to the blind.
’Twas needful e’en infectiously to feel
Her temper’s fond and firm and gladsome zeal,
To share existence with her, and to gain
Sparks from her love’s electrifying chain,
Of that pure pride, which lessening to her breast
Life’s ills, gave all its joys a treble zest,