Or a king.)
“Dear Fan, you are the joy of my heart,
And the pride of my life!
Now, sweet, name the day
You’ll be my dear wife.”
But she, too, shook her head
(A darling head),
And said—Nay, nay, I’ll not tell you what she said,
Only this: a month from to-morrow we wed.
N.B.—(’Tis the joy of my heart