Oh, I Can Jest With Margaret And Laugh A Gay Good-Night, But When I Take My Helen'S Hand I Dare Not Clasp It Tight. I Dare Not Hold Her Dear White Hand More Than A Quivering Space, And I Should Bless A Breeze That Blew Her Hair Into My Face. 'T Is Margaret I Call Sweet Names: Helen Is Too, Too Dear For Me To Stammer Little Words Of Love Into Her Ear. So Now, Good-Night, Fair Margaret, And Kiss Me E'Er We Part! But One Dumb Touch Of Helen'S Hand, And, Oh, My Heart, My Heart!