I dropt the “Bride of Lammermoor!”
I seized the note—I flew up stairs—
Flung-to the door, and locked me in—
With panting haste I tore the seal—
And kissed the B in Benjamin!
’Twas full of love—to rhyme with dove—
And all that tender sort of thing—
Of sweet and meet—and heart and dart—
But not a word about a ring!