But where the fun would be in Love if he You played with had not heart to jump, nor blood To tingle, nothing in him to go wild At seeing you betray your love for him, Beats me to understand.Morris ragin cajun sports.One, two, three, four A devil's dozen of them at the least.And I have seen the face of him for whom My soul was made! Ah, ragin cajun sports somewhere? Where is that? Have I not dreamt that he is gone away, Gone ere he loved me? Now I lose myself.Morris.That was a wonderful look he had in his eyes 'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn marvellously! Now what a thing it is to be a girl! Who'ld be a man? Who'ld be fuel for fire And not the quickening touch that sets it flaming? 'Tis true that when we've set ragin cajun sports him well alight (As I, please God, have set this Morris burning) We must be serving him like something worshipt But is it to a man we kneel? No, no But to our own work, to the blaze we kindled! O, he caught bravely.Let us go home now help me there, Katrina.O sir, how ragin cajun sports can I thank you? You don't know What we poor serving girls must put up with.If you could know How it has been with me, since I saw you! Jean.But ragin cajun sports I'm still here.O but you've had such practice in being caught, You'll break away quite easily when you want.Yes, the best kind of game ragin cajun sports a girl can play, And all the better for the risk, Katrina.The hills, wearing their green ample dresses Right in the sky's blue courts, with swerving folds Along the rigour of their stony sinews (Often they garr'd my breath catch and stumble), The moon that through white ghost of water went, Till she was ring'd about with an amber window, The summer stars seen winking through dusk leaves All the earth's manners and most loveliness, All made my asking spirit stir within me, And throb with a question, whose answer is, (As now I know, but then I did not know) There is a Man somewhere meant for me.You don't come often ragin cajun sports here.You'll need a nurse to night.