And so it was; for fingers fair
Had placed the delicate flowers there;
And round the peach, the leafy vine
Had made, in soft embrace, to twine;
Like ringlets, gracefully falling o’er
A blushing cheek, just kiss’d before.
Ah, tempting Peach! ’tis well that thou
Art not forbidden fruit just now!
For, given as I know thou’lt be,
So cordially, so gracefully,