Shall I compare thee to a siren?
Thou art more seductive and charming.
With a song that is a melodic sin,
And beauty seen best in spring.
Sometimes a man strides through,
And often unaware of what lies ahead;
And still follows thy harmonious coo
'Tis too late and the man is left for dead.
But thy shall be left alone
With instinct to guide your thought;
Man will moan,
And try will they to be sure thou art caught.
So long as a man can hear thy song,
To be among them would be wrong.