Seek his: and now, beneath the lashes’ veil,
Leaps a quick flame to set youth’s pulses burning;
And now she feels her resolution fail:
And now gains strength anew the curious yearning
For love’s adventure: now, her fingers frail
Tighten about the kerchief’s lacy tissue:
And now, at last, he says, “Jill, I must kiss you.”
“Bobbie, you mustn’t.” “Jill—just one.” Her shoulder
Stiffens; resists the half-encircling arm.
Hands fend away the hand that seeks to hold her.