Classic Poem

7.

Then, Adwick told, in mournful tone,
(While on her lap he laid
The rescu'd infant, still afraid,)
How, crossing o'er the lake,
He sav'd from death the little one;
" And well, " said he, " I knew,
If aught on earth were true,
That thou would'st love it — for my sake. "

8.

" A pretty tale, no doubt, I hear;
But why, " she said, with look austere,
" Must I my rival's bantling rear? "

9.

" Nay, " he replied, " no rival fear;
For who its mother,
Whether it sister have or brother,
I nothing know; but this foretell, "
(And as he spoke his rais'd brow fell,)
" That thou wilt love the baby well. "

10.

" Hence with ye both! " she said, and frown'd,
And almost wish'd her lover drown'd.
But then the child
Look'd up and smil'd,
Gazing on her with Konig's eyes:
" Oh, leave her here! I'll take the child! "
She cried, betray'd by her surprise;
Then, feasted on its father's eyes
Of deep, deep, darkest blue.