Fern and branch in shy confusion
Wooed and met,
There I saw her, lifting, peeping—
"Dryad?"—"Prince?"—come whispering, creeping.
Then her eyes were lit and leaping. 'Twas Janet!
Lit and leaping with suggestions.
"Why, it's you!"—"Why, it's you!"
"Yes, but, Jenny, now the question's,
Is it true?
Am I princely to your seeming?