II.
Yet a poor price when the devil ... but hush! Think of the blush, Rosy as dawn and as shy, on her face.... It was a race ’Twixt you and me: you, so young, nigh a child, I, man and wild.
Yet a poor price when the devil ... but hush! Think of the blush, Rosy as dawn and as shy, on her face.... It was a race ’Twixt you and me: you, so young, nigh a child, I, man and wild.