A Lost Angel

When first we met she seemed so white I feared her; As one might near a spirit bright I neared her; An angel pure from heaven above I dreamed her, And far too good for human love I deemed her. A spirit free from mortal taint I thought her, And incense as unto a saint I brought her. Well, incense burning did not seem To please her, And insolence I feared she’d deem To squeeze her; Nor did I dare for that same why To kiss her, Lest, shocked, she’d cause my eager eye To miss her. I sickened thinking of some way To win her, When lo! she asked me, one fine day, To dinner! Twas thus that made of common flesh I found her, And in a mortal lover’s mesh I wound her. Embraces, kisses, loving looks I gave her, And buying bon-bons, flowers and books, I save her; For her few honest, human taints I love her, Nor would I change for all the saints Above her Those eyes, that little face, that so Endear her, And all the human joy I know When near her; And I am glad, when to my breast I press her, She’s just a woman, like the rest, God bless her!