STAR-SCANDAL
Reading edition
One summer eve, my own dear love and I Sat arm-entwined beneath a rowan-tree. A little wind flew past us with a sigh, And all the velvet leaves waved merrily. Then, as mine eyes escaped his ardent glance, I saw a star peep o'er the purple hill And climb up to the topmost branch and dance, And wink at its reflection in the rill. "Come, kiss me once, O timorous-hearted Love. Full many thousand kisses dost thou owe. Prithee but one, thy pretty love to prove; No one in all the world shall ever know." No one? That spying star but told a poet, And in a song he let the whole world know it.