HE threw around my soul a charm—

I threw around her waist my arm.

She was so bashful and seemed so shy—

Just made to kiss—ah! I wished to try.

We strolled along in the cooling shade;

I mustered courage and kissed the maid.

Her look! Her eyes! I’ll never forget

The touch of her lips! It lingers yet.

We kissed again! My heart stood still—

A joy came o’er me, a quiet thrill;

As the red blood pulsed, all seemed awhirl—

Wondrous change in my bashful girl!

Did her brown eyes flash, or a cry of wrath

Re-echo along that shady path?

Nay! But clinging close, as ivies climb,

She lifted her head to me each time.