But greatly had Rosina changed since I
In sadness wished her that last, long good-bye.
The bounding step I loved so much to greet
Was stately now, while for those kisses sweet
(Which would such rapture in my bosom wake)
She proffered me her tiny hand to shake.
I rather disappointed felt, I own,
To find the girl to womanhood had grown,
But yet I would not any charm displace;
For each she wore with such bewitching grace,