"To gaze upon those silken braids
"Unenvious be my part;
"I could not steal one golden tress,
"To bind it round my heart.
"Tho' all the pearls of Ind were strung
"Upon a single hair,
"I would not cut the shiner off,—
"I wouldn't, Za', I swear."
The lady laughed a careless laugh,—
"While downward flows the river,