TIS a cloudless noon of sultry June

''TIS a cloudless noon of sultry June,
And pleasant it is to win
The cool thick shade by the chestnut made.
In front of the wayside inn;
And a pleasant sight, with his feather of white.
Is the mounted Cavalier,
Who stoops for the cup that the maid gives up.
With a word none else can hear.
A moment more — from that shady door
That horseman rides away;
And little, I guess, he thinks — and less
Of the word he bent to say;
But many a noon of many a June
Must pass, with many a year.
Ere the maiden who heard that whispered word,
Forgets that Cavalier.