She is beautiful and Anne is her name,
And our love deal is framed with fame;
When we began is not so long ago,
And nothing seems to go any low.
Smooth she is, tender, and ripe and ready,
With love she steeps me fast and steady;
Anne is the breath I know,
To comprehend mine, I vow!
We two move out on love-building errands,
Climbing down cliffs, basking on sands;
Splashing into ocean to earn a common shower,
Yearning together to be in every next hour.
And of me Anne has inner knowledge,
And I've cut through her like the sharpest edge;
What I and Anne to do ought,
Is a no less story than tie the knot.