I Begged a Kiss of a Little Maid

a kiss of a little maid; Shyly, sweetly, she consented; Then of a sudden, all afraid, After she gave it, she repented; And now as penance for that one kiss She asks a poem&thinsp;&mdash;&thinsp;I'll give her this.

But how can my song be my very best When she, with a voice as soft as Circe's, Has charmed the heart from my lonely breast&thinsp;&mdash; The heart, the fountain of all true verses? Why, oh, why should a maid do this? No&thinsp;&mdash;&thinsp;I must give her back her kiss.