THERE'S just a twinkle in your eye br That seems to say I MIGHT, if I br Were only bold enough to try br An arm about your waist. br I hear, too, as you come and go, br That pretty nervous laugh, you know; br And then your cap is always so br Coquettishly displaced. br br Your cap! the word's profanely said. br That little top-knot, white and red, br That quaintly crowns your graceful head, br No bigger than a flower, br Is set with such a witching art, br Is so provocatively smart, br I'd like to wear it on my heart, br An order for an hour! br br O graceful housemaid, tall and fair, br I love your shy imperial air, br And always loiter on the stair br When you are going by. br A strict reserve the fates demand; br But, when to let you pass I stand, br Sometimes by chance I touch your hand br And sometimes catch your eye.