That ancient ladies have no feeling;
My father frown’d: but how should gout
See any happiness in kneeling?...
She smiled on many, just for fun,—
I knew that there was nothing in it;
I was the first—the only one
Her heart had thought of for a minute.—
I knew it, for she told me so,
In phrase which was divinely moulded;
She wrote a charming hand,—and oh!