Is ailing our poor baby."
Slowly he rose, with sullen grace,
The light gleamed on his cloudy face—
"I never knew 'twas a (man's!) place
Before, to tend a baby!"
My pulses throbbed; a terror crept
Throughout my heart; and, while I wept,
This noble man lay down and slept,
And left me with my baby.
Oh, you, light-hearted, beauteous maid,