Classic Poem

Grete.

I find thine eyes oft peeping round
As though they sought to meet me;
Take care! thou scarce wilt keep them sound
If so o'ertasked to greet me!

Hans.

Unless thou round wert peeping too,
How couldst thou ascertain it?
Thy neck, my love, is fair to view,
Take heed, then, lest thou strain it!