When first we met she seemed so white br I feared her; br As one might near a spirit bright br I neared her; br An angel pure from heaven above br I dreamed her, br And far too good for human love br I deemed her. br A spirit free from mortal taint br I thought her, br And incense as unto a saint br I brought her. br br Well, incense burning did not seem br To please her, br And insolence I feared she’d deem br To squeeze her; br Nor did I dare for that same why br To kiss her, br Lest, shocked, she’d cause my eager eye br To miss her. br I sickened thinking of some way br To win her, br When lo! she asked me, one fine day, br To dinner! br br Twas thus that made of common flesh br I found her, br And in a mortal lover’s mesh br I wound her.