"What! you regret it, do you, Master Charles?The crooked ways that brought you where you areYou would make straight, and have the past undone?To think that by a woman you've been wooed,To think that by a woman you've been won,Is thought too humbling and too scandalous;Is an indignity too hard to bear!Oh! well, sir, well; do as you please; the childGoes with its mother, though; remember that."And here the infant threw its eyelids back,Revealing orbs, blue as the shadows castOn Saranac's blue by overhanging woods.Said Lothian, snatching up the smiling wonder,And handing it, with kisses, to the mother:"Take all your woman's rights; even this, the best:Are we not each the richer by the sharingOf such a gift? I'll not regret your daring."
"What! you regret it, do you, Master Charles?The crooked ways that brought you where you areYou would make straight, and have the past undone?To think that by a woman you've been wooed,To think that by a woman you've been won,Is thought too humbling and too scandalous;Is an indignity too hard to bear!Oh! well, sir, well; do as you please; the childGoes with its mother, though; remember that."And here the infant threw its eyelids back,Revealing orbs, blue as the shadows castOn Saranac's blue by overhanging woods.Said Lothian, snatching up the smiling wonder,And handing it, with kisses, to the mother:"Take all your woman's rights; even this, the best:Are we not each the richer by the sharingOf such a gift? I'll not regret your daring."
"What! you regret it, do you, Master Charles?The crooked ways that brought you where you areYou would make straight, and have the past undone?To think that by a woman you've been wooed,To think that by a woman you've been won,Is thought too humbling and too scandalous;Is an indignity too hard to bear!Oh! well, sir, well; do as you please; the childGoes with its mother, though; remember that."And here the infant threw its eyelids back,Revealing orbs, blue as the shadows castOn Saranac's blue by overhanging woods.Said Lothian, snatching up the smiling wonder,And handing it, with kisses, to the mother:"Take all your woman's rights; even this, the best:Are we not each the richer by the sharingOf such a gift? I'll not regret your daring."