“Please do?” I ventur’d.
“Nay; it may offend,”
Replied she; while her shoulders gently shrugg’d
As if to tempt me like two dainty doors,
Doors all but swung ajar before a heart
That love was dared to enter!
“Nay,” I said,
“I vow you such a deal of patience now!”
“I do not know,” she answer’d; “am not sure.
Your manly patience might break loose to sigh