HA! HA!
Who is brighter, ha! ha! who is wittier and neater,
Than the queen of my spirit—its glorified defeater—
Ha! Ha! Ha! Malgherita! Malgherita!
You may fancy that the fountain, baffled billow of the mountain,
Is singing you this secret as it crashes grandly down;
“What beatitude completer, he is wed to Malgherita,
And they emulate the angels ’neath the summer’s burning crown!”
We are wed! we are wed!
As Khuleborn hath said,
And we envy not the annals of the living or the dead.
Ha! Ha!
Ha! Ha!
Who is gentler, who is fairer—ha! ha! who is sweeter;
Who is brighter, ha! ha! who is wittier and neater,
Than the queen of my spirit—its glorified defeater—
Ha! Ha! Ha! Malgherita! Malgherita!
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