Classic Poem

4.

Quite heavenly I thought the day,
With the evening just as pleased was;
The wine was good and Kitty was fair,
And my heart still unappeased was.

Her rosy lips bewildered me,
So fond and wild their wooing;
Her dear brown eyes, they gazed and smiled
So tender, warm and cooing.

She held me fast, and, at the last,
I fled by cunning only;
About her hands I bound her hair,
And left her sitting lonely.