done gone crazy

Lady, lady, never start
Conversation toward your heart;

Keep your pretty words serene;
Never murmur what you mean.

Show yourself, by word and look,
Swift and shallow as a brook.

Be as cool and quick to go
As a drop of April snow;

Be as delicate and gay
As a cherry flower in May.

Lady, lady, never speak
Of the tears that burn your cheek-

No, she will never win, whose
Words had shown she feared to lose.