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Then I chatted on beside her
And I praised her hair and eyes
And, like roses from her basket
On her cheeks saw blushes rise;
With her timid looks down-glancing
She said, “Would I pass before?”
But I said that all I wanted
Was a smile, and nothing more.
So she shyly smiled upon me
And I kept still wandering on;
What with blushing, smiling, chatting
Soon a brief half-hour was gone.
Then she told me I must leave her
For she saw their cottage door
But I would not, till I rifled
Just a kiss, and nothing more.
And I often met that maiden
At the twilight’s lowing hour
With the summer’s offspring laden
But herself the dearest flower.
When she asked me what I wished for,
Grown far bolder than before
With impassioned words I answered
T’was her heart, and nothing more.
Thus for weeks and months I woo’d her
And the joys that then had birth
Made an atmosphere of gladness
Seem encircling all the earth.
One bright morning at the altar
A white bridal dress she wore;
Then my wife I proudly made her
And I ask for nothing more.
