Chapter 40 No.40

But now the dance is o'er-yet stay awhile;

Ah, pause! nor yet put out the social smile.

To-morrow for the Mooa we depart,

But not to-night-to-night is for the heart.

Again bestow the wreaths we gently woo,

Ye young Enchantresses of gay Licoo![376]

How lovely are your forms! how every sense

Bows to your beauties, softened, but i