I will give those charms to-day!”
My whirlwind race was won, and lo!
I tore it from her blushing brow,
My foster-sister’s, Holiness!
And her page was Happiness!
Oh, I owned her might too well!
Groveling in the dust I fell!
Then wondering heard a whisper low,
“Let’s be friends, my causeless foe.”
Doubtfully I raised my eyes;