Me, little angel, didst thou recognize, When in the garden first I came?
Did you not see it? I cast down my eyes.
Thou dost forgive my boldness, dost not blame The liberty I took that day,
When thou from church didst lately wend thy way?
I was confused. So had it never been; No one of me could any evil say. Alas,
thought I, he doubtless in thy mien, Something unmaidenly or bold hath seen?
It seemed as if it struck him suddenly, Here's just a girl with whom one may
make free! Yet I must own that then I scarcely knew What in your favour