And usual tone, “O yes, sir, certainly!”
* * * * *
But when the dance was o’er, and arm in arm
(The full heart beating ’gainst the elbow warm)
We passed into the great refreshment hall,
Where the heaped cheese-cakes and the comfits small
Lay, like a hive of sunbeams, brought to burn
Around the margin of the negus urn;
When my poor quivering hand you fingered twice,
And, with inquiring accents, whispered, “Ice,