Stiver.
By aid of love's divining-rod, my friend!
Miss Jay it was that taught me where to bore,
My fiancée—she became so in the end—
For then she was—
Falk.
Your love and nothing more.
Stiver [continuing].
'Twas a strange time; I could not read a bit;
I tuned my pen instead of pointing it;
And when along the foolscap sheet it raced,
It twangled music to the words I traced;—
At last by letter I declared my flame
To her—to her—
Falk.
Whose fiancé you became.
Stiver.
In course of post her answer came to hand—
The motion granted—judgment in my favour!
Falk.
And you felt bigger, as you wrote, and braver,
To find you'd brought your venture safe to land!
Stiver.
Of course.
Falk.
And then you bade the Muse farewell?
