One Word

One word, one only word—and then
Off, maiden! to thy toils again;
I ask no kiss, I only say,
One word, one word, and then away.

Whene'er you see a youth outpour
Rose-water all his visage o'er;
And wash and stroke his whiskers, know
'Tis love alone impels him so.

And when you see a maiden throw
Rose-water o'er her snowy brow,
Be sure she loves some chosen man,
And she will have him if she can.

A house there is on Duna's shore,
And a fair maid—but on the door
There are nine locks—but what are they?
I'll break their nine-fold bolts away.