Companions

I KNOW not of what we ponder’d

Or made pretty pretence to talk,

As, her hand within mine, we wander’d

Tow’rd the pool by the limetree walk,

While the dew fell in showers from the passion flowers

And the blush-rose bent on her stalk.

I cannot recall her figure:

Was it regal as Juno’s own?

Or only a trifle bigger

Than the elves who surround the throne

Of the Faery Queen, and are seen, I ween,

By mortals in dreams alone?

What her eyes were like, I know not:

Perhaps they were blurr’d with tears;

And perhaps in your skies there glow not

(On the contrary) clearer spheres.

No! as to her eyes I am just as wise

As you or the cat, my dears.

Her teeth, I presume, were “pearly”:

But which was she, brunette or blonde?

Her hair, was it quaintly curly,

Or as straight as a beadle’s wand?

That I fail’d to remark;—it was rather dark

And shadowy round the pond.

Then the hand that reposed so snugly

In mine—was it plump or spare?

Was the countenance fair or ugly?

Nay, children, you have me there!

My eyes were p’raps blurr’d; and besides I’d heard

That it’s horribly rude to stare.

And I—was I brusque and surly?

Or oppressively bland and fond?

Was I partial to rising early?

Or why did we twain abscond,

All breakfastless too, from the public view

To prowl by a misty pond?

What pass’d, what was felt or spoken—

Whether anything pass’d at all—

And whether the heart was broken

That beat under that shel’tring shawl—

(If shawl she had on, which I doubt)—has gone,

Yes, gone from me past recall.

Was I haply the lady’s suitor?

Or her uncle? I can’t make out—

Ask your governess, dears, or tutor.

For myself, I’m in hopeless doubt

As to why we were there, who on earth we were,

And what this is all about.

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