The shadow of thy curls I see
⁠Upon thy lovely face;
And just a little wish is mine—
⁠The shadow to embrace.

On thy black and silken tresses,
⁠Ah, one longs to feast the sight;
But the shadows of their beauty,
⁠Hanging on thy cheeks of light,

From my lips, exact a tribute,
⁠Which I pay here in this meadow:
Blush not, my most winsome maiden;
⁠I have only kissed the shadow.