• I ne'er was struck before that hour
    With love so sudden and so sweet.
    Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
    And stole my heart away complete.

    My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
    My legs refused to walk away,
    And when she looked what could I ail
    My life and all seemed turned to clay.

    And then my blood rushed to my face
    And took my eyesight quite away.
    The trees and bushes round the place
    Seemed midnight at noonday.

    I could not see a single thing,
    Words from my eyes did start.
    They spoke as chords do from the string,
    And blood burnt round my heart.

    Are flowers the winter's choice
    Is love's bed always snow
    She seemed to hear my silent voice
    Not love appeals to know.

    I never saw so sweet a face
    As that I stood before.
    My heart has left its dwelling place
    And can return no more. /color