'Is it safe to lie so lonely when the summer twilight closes
No companion maidens, only you asleep among the roses?

'Thirteen, fourteen years you number, and your hair is soft and scented,
Perilous is such a slumber in the twilight all untented.

'Lonely loveliness means danger, lying in your rose-leaf nest,
What if some young passing stranger broke into your careless rest?'

But she would not heed the warning, lay alone serene and slight,
Till the rosy spears of morning slew the darkness of the night.

Young love, walking softly, found her, in the scented, shady closes,
Threw his ardent arms around her, kissed her lips beneath the roses.

And she said, with smiles and blushes, 'Would that I had sooner known!
Never now the morning thrushes wake and find me all alone.

'Since you said the rose-leaf cover sweet protection gave, but slight,
I have found this dear young lover to protect me through the night!'