Into the Kitchen Door I Strolled

Into the kitchen door I strolled.
To light my pipe I then made bold.
That is to say, 'twould have been lit
Had there not been full fire in it.

And. since my pipe was lit, I went
For something very different.
Simply because a maiden fair
By chance I had espied in there.

It was her task the fire to light
And sooth, she did the task aright;
But, O. my heart! Her lovely eyes
Were flaming in more brilliant wise.

As I stepped in she looked at me
Bewitchingly, bewilderingly —
My burning pipe went out, but. O!
My sleeping heart burned all aglow.