“I ought to mustn’t, I know!”
The chair was so near, and the shelf was so low,—
To punish, alas! no courage I had:
And I did as, perhaps, you yourself might do,—
I kissed her, right there, so sweet and so bad!
But “I ought to mustn’t,” I knew!
[A VAIN REGRET]
He was six years old, just six that day,
And I saw he had something important to say,