A Lost Angel

When first we met she seemed so white         I feared her;     As one might near a spirit bright         I neared her;     An angel pure from heaven above         I dreamed her,     And far too good for human love         I deemed her.     A spirit free from mortal taint         I thought her,     And incense as unto a saint         I brought her.     Well, incense burning did not seem         To please her,     And insolence I feared shed deem         To squeeze her;     Nor did I dare for that same why         To kiss her,     Lest, shocked, shed cause my eager eye         To miss her.     I sickened thinking of some way         To win her,     When lo! she asked me, one fine day,         To dinner!     Twas thus that made of common flesh         I found her,     And in a mortal lovers mesh         I wound her.     Embraces, kisses, loving looks         I gave her,     And buying bon-bons, flowers and books,         I save her;     For her few honest, human taints         I love her,     Nor would I change for all the saints         Above her     Those eyes, that little face, that so         Endear her,     And all the human joy I know         When near her;     And I am glad, when to my breast         I press her,     Shes just a woman, like the rest,         God bless her!