She declared, till I told her what I was about.
There was something not right she could readily see,
And she ne'er did expect such behaviour from me.
One she much had respected and highly esteemed,
Till my manner of late, which quite bearish she deemed
Well, I tried all I knew
(While I thought, love, of you),
To escape from her questions by no means a few.
But I found each plan vain,
Till at length I spoke plain,—