Sit if you wish to—
Silence is wearing,
Her I lie staring
Still as a stone;
Tell you a secret?
Why do you pry, dear?
No need to cry, dear—
Tell me your own!

If I have secrets
They shall stay with me,
You must forgive me,
Curious miss.
Go when you’d like to,
Don’t beg my pardon!
Off to the garden—
Leave me a kiss.