Say not of beauty she is good, br Or aught but beautiful, br Or sleek to doves' wings of the wood br Her wild wings of a gull. br br Call her not wicked; that word's touch br Consumes her like a curse; br But love her not too much, too much, br For that is even worse. br br O, she is neither good nor bad, br But innocent and wild! br Enshrine her and she dies, who had br The hard heart of a child.