Swift fire spread thro' her veins, knocked at her heart,
Their offers should not charm us,
Worn out by her resistance
She dwindled, as the fair full moon doth turn
Gaily to burgeon, and broadly to grow,
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
Cherries worth getting;
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
"Nay, hush, my sister:
She gorged on bitterness without a name:
Swift fire spread thro' her veins, knocked at her heart,
Their offers should not charm us,
Worn out by her resistance
She dwindled, as the fair full moon doth turn
Gaily to burgeon, and broadly to grow,
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
Cherries worth getting;
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
"Nay, hush, my sister:
She gorged on bitterness without a name: