An introduction—bows, a smile, a dance.

’Twas thus we met; and little dreamed I then

He would be more to me than other men.

Of course I thought him handsome, bright, and gay;

But so were others—he not more than they.

My heart, that might the future have revealed,

Was stilled and sleeping, all its secrets sealed.

To meet so coolly seems a mystery now;

To part so gaily—ah, I wonder how!

To clasp his hand, to lean upon his arm,