The other she scalded a-washing, I ween—
How white it is and soft and warm?
Ah, there was soul's heart-love, deep, true, and tender,
Wherever went Mary, the maiden so slender,
There followed, his all-absorbed passion, inciting,
That passionate lambkin—her soul's heart delighting—
Ay, every place that Mary sought in,
That lamb was sure to soon be caught in.
(As Longfellow might have done it)
Fair the daughter known as Mary,