Her eyes were full of witchery, My heart was soon beguiled. I sought her hand most ardently, She only looked and smiled. I made her promises most fair Of all that I could give To please her pride, to free of care, If she with me would live. She turned away with scornful glance, And look of proud disdain; She was not bought with circumstance, My wooing all was vain. My comrade sought her not, but went With purpose in his heart, With clear and fixed and high intent, To do his given part. He heard her sing her sweetest lay, He saw her lovely smile, But steadfast kept his purposed way, And did his work the while. Yet as the days went swiftly by They were together led; It had been planned for in the sky, So he and she were wed. Who woos her most, doth her most lose, Such is her waywardness; Who woos her not, she him doth choose, For She is Happiness. |