O thou bashfully watches in disgrace,
Dost stands alone in languished sorrow,
She saw the rouge on thy face,
Chiding forth her tongue “follow.”
Thou a slave of a membered fate,
Like a beast, it seizes not it’s writhing,
Thou goest upwards, a timbered state,
As thee sings, cries of a lovers diving.
But in a game I tried to dare,
And knew the saying for thou to “follow,”
At last my heart broke the spell,
A lover’s hand in gold tomorrow.
Thou a siren how ever close the ties,
The rose, a scent thou covers with sighs.