It's a ballad narrating an episode between a young girl and her lover. The girl has sulked and her lover is trying to slake her. The poem has a strict rhyming and will probably abduct your heart.
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Wear'st beanie is a beau with a beatific beam, Wonder'st whether he's watching a wondrous dream. Keep'st his beady eyes on his be all and end all, Lower'st her eyes is she for she wants withdrawal.
The pain he'd offer'd her hath made her sulky, Now he hath to slake her, placate her-- all must be bulky. Either as he did once to set his cap at her, Or else as he promised once to be always with her. Otherwise she will not succumb e'en at his perspiration, 'til the eleventh hour by the process of elimination.
And what he doth then is inimitable and ingrained, Paces forth he and gently picks up her hand. A fair breeze blows as that of the spring season. Her figure electrifies: Perchance the heart hath its reason. Sayests then she raising her eyebrows, "I don't like you-- you Otiose!" A sudden shiver runs up and down his spine, Eftsoons drops her hand and puts his neck on the line. "I thought, fool that I was, that you loved me too!" Worried becomes she,'Who says I don't love you?' "Ah,My dear! You gave me a fright." "And you put me off my stride."
Poesically she smiles due to him as if she's inferior, Though a deep sense of sadness shows beneath her cheerful exterior.
