Thinking of days that I cared not, yet knew;
Only, he says, ''Tis a matter of course
Girls should be woo'd and their lovers should woo.'
Only, the blossom he stoops not to touch.
Sparkling with beauty that lies at his feet;
Only, the blossom he coveteth much,
Is one that shineth as distant as sweet.
Only, a bird may fly helplessly near,
Chirping aloud in a manner too free;
Only, the bird he delighteth to hear,