No More Learning

E'en as a furtive gift, sent, some love-apple, a-wooing,
Leaps from breast of a coy maiden, a canopy pure ; 20
There forgotten alas, mid vestments silky reposing,
Soon as a mother's step starts her, it hurleth adown :
Straight to the ground, dash'd forth ungently, the gift
shoots headlong ;
She in tell-tale cheeks glows a           shame.