A little, 'pēdal, creature swiftly ran into the scene;
then, somehow, latched on, piggyback, and sent me galloping.
The moment overtook me as we flew across the grass,
my heart aflutter, with her locks, both thrilling, yet, alas—
she’s not my own, and I, not hers: a truth, lost fleetingly;
for once we part my sullen heart yearns unexpectedly.
