She had the fluttering eyelids

She had the fluttering eyelids
Like petals of a rose;
I had the wisdom never learned
From any musty prose.

She had the melting ardour
That hesitates yet dares;
And I had youthful valour's look,
That is so like despair's.

She had the tender bearing
Of daffodils in spring;
And I had sense enough to know
Love is a fleeting thing.

She had the heart of tinder;
I had the lips of flame;
And neither of us ever heard
Procrastination's name.

She had the soft demeanour,
Discreet as any nun's;
And each of us has all the joy
God gives his foolish ones.