She said, "Yes!" with a sweet smiling glance;
All night with no other lady
But Catskin, our young lord would dance.
"Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?"
For now was the sad parting time;
But she no other answer would give,
Than this distich of mystical rhyme,—
Kind Sir, if the truth I must tell,
At the sign of the Basin of Water I Dwell.
Then she flew from the ball-room, and put