And you seemed to me the same little girl
I kissed in the elder-path.
I kissed the little girl’s lips, and, alas!
I have roused a woman’s wrath.
There is not much to pardon,
For why were your lips so red?
The blonde curls fell in a shower of gold
From the proud, provoking head,
And the beauty that flashed from the splendid eyes
And played round the tender mouth