"Thou art a fool," said my head to my heart,
  "Indeed, the greatest of fools thou art,
  To be led astray by the trick of a tress,
  By a smiling face or a ribbon smart;"
  And my heart was in sore distress.

  Then Phyllis came by, and her face was fair,
  The light gleamed soft on her raven hair;
  And her lips were blooming a rosy red.
  Then my heart spoke out with a right bold air:
  "Thou art worse than a fool, O head!"