AN ATTEMPT TO DISCOVER THE LONGITUDE.
SONGS OF THE SEEDY.—No. V.
What am I? Mary, wherefore seek to know?
For mystery’s the very soul of love.
Enough, that wedding thee I’m not below,
Enough, that wooing thee I’m not above.
You smile, dear girl, and look into my face
As if you’d read my history in my eye.
I’m not, sweet maid, a footman out of place,