My Nandal’s hair is soft, I swear,

And light as light, my Nandal’s hair.

Against her ear I kiss it oft,

Where there it waits my breath, not rough.

My Nandal’s eyes are brown-gold-brown,

Straight, or sideways, upside down!

And oh, the cheeks of Nandal—-brave!

So quick are they my kiss to save!

Or left, or right, they dimply claim

That I’m the stake of their love’s fame!

Not least of all, my Nandal’s nose—

It roses mine as we inclose,

And light as light, my Nandal’s hair,

So soft, so soft, so soft, I swear.