Oh, those eloquent eyes!
I was drunk with the dawn
Of a splendid surmise surmise—
I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear, by a tempest of sighs.
And I whispered, "'Tis time!
Is not Love at its deepest?
Shall we squander Life's prime,
While thou waitest and weepest?
Let us settle it, License or Banns?—though undoubtedly Banns are the cheapest."
"Ah, my Hero!" said I,