And ‘hide your secret,’ said I, ‘if you dare!’ 580
So out it came, like an affrighten’d hare.
“‘Miss!’ said I, gravely; and the trembling maid
Pleased me at heart to see her so afraid;
And then she wept;—now, do remember this,
Never to chide her when she does amiss;
For she is tender as the callow bird,
And cannot bear to have her temper stirr’d;—
‘Fanny,’ I said, then whisper’d her the name,
And caused such looks—Yes, yours are just the same;