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126 O that languishing yawn! O those eloquent eyes! I was drunk with the dawn Of a splendid surmise— I was stung by a look, I was slain by a tear, by a tempest of sighs.

And I whispered "I guess The sweet secret thou keepest, And the dainty distress That thou wistfully weepest; And the question is 'License or banns?' though undoubtedly banns are the cheapest."

Then her white hand I clasped, And with kisses I crowned it: But she glared and she gasped, And she muttered "Confound it!"— Or at least it was something like that, but the noise of the omnibus drowned it.