That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy
And that infantine fresh air of hers!
I love you for a glance, you know—
For a world's sake,
Or a word's sake,
All's the same, whate'er the chance, you know
My mind and I
And in turn we make you ours, we say
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say
All's our own, to make the most of, Sweet
Sing and say for
Watch and pray for
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet

So, we leave the sweet face fondly there...