Awhile he waited, and then cried - “Behold!
The year advancing, be no longer cold!”
For she had promised - “Let the flowers appear,
And I will pass with thee the smiling year:”
Then pressing grew the youth; the more he press’d,
The less inclined the maid to his request:
“Let June arrive.” Alas! when April came,
It brought a stranger, and the stranger, shame;
Nor could the Lover from his house persuade
A stubborn lass whom he had mournful made;