March in Janiveer

I WOULD not have you so kindly. 1Thus early in friendship's year— A little too gently, blindly, 1You let me near.

So long as my voice is duly 1Calm as a friend's should be, In my eyes the hunger unruly 1You will not see.

The eyes that you lift so brightly, 1Frankly to welcome mine— You bend them again as lightly 1And note no sign.

I had rather your pale cheek reddened 1With the flush of an angry pride: That a look with disliking deadened 1My look defied;

If so in the spring's full season 1Your glance should soften and fall, When, reckless with Love's unreason, 1I tell you all.