I would not have you so kindly,
Thus early in friendships year
A little too gently, blindly,
You let me near.
So long as my voice is duly
Calm as a friends should be,
In my eyes the hunger unruly
You will not see.
The eyes that you lift so brightly,
Frankly to welcome mine
You bend them again as lightly
And note no sign.
I had rather your pale cheek reddened
With the flush of an angry pride:
That a look with disliking deadened
My look defied;
If so in the springs full season
Your glance should soften and fall,
When, reckless with Loves unreason,
I tell you all.
