Because you cried, I kissed you, and, Ah me! how should I understand That piteous little you were fain To cry and to be kissed again? Because you smiled at last, I thought That I had found what I had sought; But soon I found, without a doubt, No man can find a woman out. I kissed your tears, and did not stay Till I had kissed them all away; Ah, hapless me! ah, heartless child! She would not kiss me when she smiled. |