I clasped him madly round the waist,
And breathlessly replied, “I do!”
“All right,” said he, “but please make haste.”
I led him by his hallowed sleeve,
And worked away at him apace,
I painted him till dewy eve,—
There never was a nobler face!
“Oh sir,” I said, “a fortune grand
Is yours, by dint of merest chance,—
To sport his brow at second hand,