Classic Poem

Red mouths of lads for love God made:
God mindeth ever poor wights' ease; —
Yet men His kindly Will gainsayed!

In seemly innocence arrayed
To be in sooth, a grace to please, —
Red lips of lads for love God made.

He weened that Love might there be stayed
That steals into the blood to tease; —
Yet men His kindly Will gainsayed.

Ah, pretty kisses they had prayed
Did not cold Pride their duty seize: —
Red mouths of lads for Love God made;
Yet men His kindly Will gainsayed!