I chanced to meet while at his work,
Could make amends for all my woes;
But he, alas! did not propose.
I think he would, but times were hard,
Which often happy hopes retard.
I, knowing this, would not allow
Him any chance to make a vow,
For poverty, though not a crime,
Has always been a dread of mine.
His handsome eyes and wavy hair,