A Street

Faust:
My little lady, may I offer you
My arm to see you home?

Margarete:
I'm not a lady, I'm not pretty-
I need no one to see me home!

Faust:
"What a lovely girl went there!
I've never seen one like her anywhere!
Such modesty, such sweetness-yet
Something pert in what she said.
As long as I live I wont forget
Those cheeks so flushed, those lips so red.
The way she shyly dropped her eyes,
Is deeply stamped upon my heart.
How short and sharp were her replies!
That was the most delightful part!"




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Robert
2015