Here or there without thought or design,
I chanced on a young girl tall and slender,
On the corner of Kearney and Pine.
On her face was the first flush of nature,
And bright eyes seemed to expand;
While her hair fell in rich, brilliant masses,
Was entwined in a Blue Velvet Band.
To a house of gentle ruination,
She invited me with a sweet smile;
She seemed so ready, inviting;