THERE’S just a twinkle in your eye

That seems to say I MIGHT, if I

Were only bold enough to try

An arm about your waist.

I hear, too, as you come and go,

That pretty nervous laugh, you know;

And then your cap is always so

Coquettishly displaced.

Your cap! the word’s profanely¹ said.

That little top-knot, white and red,

That quaintly² crowns your graceful³ head,

No bigger than a flower,

Is set with such a witching art,

Is so provocatively⁴ smart,

I’d like to wear it on my heart,

An order for an hour!

O graceful housemaid, tall and fair,

I love your shy imperial air,

And always loiter on the stair

When you are going by.

A strict reserve the fates demand;

But, when to let you pass I stand,

Sometimes by chance I touch your hand

And sometimes catch your eye.

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