We’ll live, dream, and sigh, love,
Till time is no more;
And when death comes, we’ll fly, love,
To a sunnier shore!
I suppose I felt considerably relieved after this Ætnæan effusion. ’Twould have cooled the furnace where they put Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. But hear the sequel! We pouted, quarreled, parted.
After our first pout, I scribbled as follows—
O! girls fantastic creatures are,
Vexing us—teasing us;
Now they’re here, now they’re there,
Perplexing us—pleasing us;