Angelique

Although you hurried coldly past me,

Your eyes looked backward and askance;

Your lips were curiously parted,

Though stormy pride was in your glance.

Would I had never tried to hold you,

Nor seek your white and flowing train!

Would I had never found your footsteps,

Or seeking them, had sought in vain!

Now, all your pride and wildness vanished,

You are as tame as one could be;

Gentle, and sweet beyond endurance—

And, worse, you are in love with me!