... her modest grace, And kissed her as only a lover could, Till the crimson burned in her face. But woe for the day when his golden hair Tangled her heart in a net. And woe for the night of dark despair, When her cheek with tears was wet! For she loved him ...

... covered her modest grace, And kissed her only lover could, Till the crimson burned in her face. But woe for the day when his golden hair Tangled her heart a net. And woe for the night of dark despair. When her cheek with tears was wet! For she loved him ...