When First We Met She Seemed So White I Feared Her; As One Might Near A Spirit Bright I Neared Her; An Angel Pure From Heaven Above I Dreamed Her, And Far Too Good For Human Love I Deemed Her. A Spirit Free From Mortal Taint I Thought Her, And Incense As Unto A Saint I Brought Her. Well, Incense Burning Did Not Seem To Please Her, And Insolence I Feared She'd Deem To Squeeze Her; Nor Did I Dare For That Same Why To Kiss Her, Lest, Shocked, She'd Cause My Eager Eye To Miss Her. I Sickened Thinking Of Some Way To Win Her, When Lo! She Asked Me, One Fine Day, To Dinner! Twas Thus That Made Of Common Flesh I Found Her, And In A Mortal Lover'S Mesh I Wound Her. Embraces, Kisses, Loving Looks I Gave Her, And Buying Bon-Bons, Flowers And Books, I Save Her; For Her Few Honest, Human Taints I Love Her, Nor Would I Change For All The Saints Above Her Those Eyes, That Little Face, That So Endear Her, And All The Human Joy I Know When Near Her; And I Am Glad, When To My Breast I Press Her, SHe's Just A Woman, Like The Rest, God Bless Her!