Foolish Vow

The maiden made a foolish vow: “I’ll never wear a flow’ret now;— No flow’ret shall be ever mine— I’ll never drink the proffer’d wine, No wine I’ll drink—no friend I’ll kiss, No, never more—my vow is this.” So rashly, rashly spoke the maid, But soon—ah, soon—repentance said:

“A flowery garland o’er me, How beautiful ’twould be: And wine—it would restore me, My heart’s own gaiety: And love might play before me, If one sweet kiss were free.”