ENIGMA

He met her with her milking-cans,

Too fast the moments speeded,

For while they chat on this and that

My first may low unheeded.

And was she call’ d a forward jade,

And was he graceless reckon’ d,

Because he stopt the dairy-maid,

Enchanted by my second?

Though stars in thousands stud the pole,

The fields own stars as yellow,

And when I gave that last my whole,

She thank’ d a happy fellow.

But she was call’ d a forward jade,

And I was graceless reckon’ d;—

I only kiss’ d that dairy-maid,

Enraptur’ d by my second.