Classic Poem

LUBIN .

'Tis true that oft, in the same mead,
We both have led our flocks to seed,
Where by each other's side we've sat;

ANNETTE .

Alas! there was no harm in that.

LUBIN .

'Tis true for thee this cot I rose,
Where thou tak'st pleasure to repose;
For which I found the greenest plat:

ANNETTE .

Alas! there was no harm in that.

LUBIN :

'Tis true when tired thou fain would'st rest,
And thy dear lips to mine I've press'd,
Thy breath, so sweet! I've wonder'd at:

ANNETTE .

Alas! there was no harm in that.

LUBIN .

Ah, but 'tis true, when thou hast slept,
Closer and closer have I crept;
And while my heart went pit-a-pat —

ANNETTE .

Alas! there was no harm in that.