Unheeded are my glowing charms—
No heroes claim a moonlight tryst—
All empty are my hungry arms—
My virgin cheeks are all unkissed.
Oh, would some cavalier might haste
To crown me with his manly love,
And, with his arm about my waist,
Feed on my cherry lips above.
Alas, my blush and bloom will fade,
And I shall lose my dulcet notes—