Shame on such wooer's dapper-mercery!"*1*

And then follows a wooing that, to my mind, should be irresistible, and that,
at any rate, is quite as high-souled as Browning's `One Way of Love',
which I have long considered the high-water-mark of the chivalrous in love.
The Lady Clarionet is still speaking:

"I would my lover kneeling at my feet
In humble manliness should cry, `O Sweet!
I know not if thy heart my heart will greet:
I ask not if thy love my love can meet:
Whate'er thy worshipful soft tongue shall say,
I'll kiss thine answer, be it yea or nay:
I do but know I love thee, and I pray
To be thy knight until my dying day.'"*2*

I imagine, too, that any wife that ever lived would be satisfied
with his glorious tribute to Mrs. Lanier in `My Springs', which closes thus:

"Dear eyes, dear eyes, and rare complete --
Being heavenly-sweet and earthly-sweet --
I marvel that God made you mine,
For when he frowns, 'tis then ye shine."*3*

Almost equally felicitous are these lines of `Acknowledgment':

"Somehow by thee, dear Love, I win content:
Thy Perfect stops th' Imperfect's argument."*4*

But the cleverest thing that Lanier has written of woman