NO AND YES.
I watched her at her spinning;
And this was my beginning
Of wooing and of winning.
But when a maid opposes,
And throws away your roses,
You say the case forecloses.
Yet sorry wit one uses,
Who loves and thinks he loses
Because a maid refuses.
For by her once denying
She only means complying
Upon a second trying.
When first I said, in pleading,
"Behold, my love lies bleeding!"
She heard me half unheeding.
When afterward I told her,
And blamed her growing colder,—
She dropped upon my shoulder.
Had I a doubt? That quelled it:
Her very look dispelled it,
I caught her hand, and held it.
Along the lane I led her,
And while her cheeks grew redder,
I sued outright to wed her.
Good end from bad beginning!
My wooing came to winning,—
And still I watch her spinning.