Classic Poem

But for my father's angry talking,
I'd frankly own that I was walking
With one — whom he could not discover —
Frown he or not — it was my lover.

And if my father would not scold me,
I'd tell him what my lover told me;
And what he gave — a secret this is —
Scold he or not — 'twas love's sweet kisses.

And if my father would not wonder
I'd tear the secret's veil asunder —
Wonder or not — my lover made me
A sweet and solemn vow to wed me.

H E vow'd — sincere and eager-hearted —
E'en while he kiss'd me as we parted,
With thee he would not leave me longer,
But claim me when the wheat is stronger.