I begged a kiss of a little maid;
Shyly, sweetly, she consented;
Then of a sudden, all afraid,
After she gave it, she repented;
And now as penance for that one kiss
She asks a poem — I'll give her this.
But how can my song be my very best
When she, with a voice as soft as Circe's,
Has charmed the heart from my lonely breast —
The heart, the fountain of all true verses?
Why, oh, why should a maid do this?
No — I must give her back her kiss.
This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content.| Original: |
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This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1927. The author died in 1943, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 75 years or less. This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works. |