From rosy lip come thou and sip
The nectar and the honey.”
“O Love!” I cried, and swiftly hied
To follow, as she bade me;
Across my path, in sturdy wrath,
Stood Duty, and he stayed me.
Quoth Duty, “Stay! That’s not the way;
Rash youth, beware her wooing!
Her magic spell, O mark it well,
May be thy soul’s undoing.