He laid in wait and spied the maid,
Who tripped along the woodland path,
In haste and somewhat disarrayed,
Intent upon her evening bath,
Not dreaming that a soul was near,
Until upon her startled ear
There broke a single love-lorn sigh,
Which warned her that the god was nigh.
Then like a startled fawn she fled,
The grass scarce bending ’neath her feet,