And so I lisp’d out naught beyond
Plain “yeses” or plain “noes,”
And wore a sweet unmeaning smile;
Yet, oh, they won’t propose!
Last night, at Lady Ramble’s rout,
I heard Sir Harry Gale
Exclaim, “Now, I propose again——”
I started, turning pale;
I really thought my time was come,
I blush’d like any rose;