So bashful when I spied her!

So pretty -- so ashamed!

So hidden in her leaflets

Lest anybody find --

So breathless till I passed here --

So helpless when I turned

And bore her struggling, blushing,

Her simple haunts beyond!

For whom I robbed the Dingle --

For whom I betrayed the Dell --

Many, will doubtless ask me,

But I shall never tell!