Why should it not be so that I should chance
To sit and talk and laugh with you awhile,
And drawn into the revel of your smile,
With you for just a measure turn this dance?
Is he betrayed as you your spell advance
(So light a charm that gaily yields to trial)
And I the sleight rehand, and we beguile
This little hour in merry circumstance?
No harm if webs of gossamer we weave
Of words as light as dancers on a stage
And in our laughter jest for jest receive:
This nothing’s nothing can my love outrage.
For witty words no more than air deceive
While he as earth my heart and soul engage.