Trysting Time

I

A pretty girl at time o' gloaming
Hath whispered me to go and meet her
    Without the city gate.
I love her, but she tarries coming.
Shall I return, or stay and greet her?
    I burn, and wait.

      II

Truly she charmeth all beholders,
'Tis she hath given me this jewel,
    The jade of my delight;
But this red jewel-jade that smoulders,
To my desire doth add more fuel,
    New charms to-night.

      III

She has gathered with her lily fingers
 A lily fair and rare to see.
Oh! sweeter still the fragrance lingers
 From the warm hand that gave it me.