The burgher's daughter clean forgot
Her snood of silk and pearls,
And, full of dread, popped out her head,
With its tumbled yellow curls.
A rosebud smote her on the lips:
Down went the rattling blind;
But still the maid, all curious, staid,
And slyly peeped behind.
A handsome lord, with smiling lips,
Leaned from the opposite tower;