Freeman rendered it much the same, but with sufficient difference to make his effort worth quoting as well. I am no judge of which is the more accurate, though I suspect that Brian has the edge for the most part.

Then I stroked her fair white neck with my hand,
And into my arms I took my heart's love;
And for every story that I told my dearest
I gave her soft, small mouth another kiss.
And when I found that she consented,
Oh, my heart leapt like a bird on a branch
But in the middle of my fancy, a flash awoke me;
And through regret for her I shall not live a month!