Lady ! I bow before thee, 
A captive to thy will, 
A spell of thine is o’er me, 
But joy is with ihe still. 
I yield me not to beauty, 
Though thou indeed art fair; 
I yield me-not to lightness, 
Though thou art light as air. 
I yield me not to wisdom. 
Thou wisest of thy kind. 
But, rescue or no rescue, 
To thy purity of mind. 
T. Dunn English. 
