An Experiment.
(TENNYSON)
When he whispers, 'O Miss Bailey,
Thou art brightest of the throng'—
She makes murmur, softly-gaily—
'Alfred, I have loved thee long.'
Then he drops upon his knees, a
Proof his heart is soft as wax;
She's—I don't know who, but he's a
Captain bold from Halifax.