And she replied:

What in the room do I espy
But a wanton stranger in disguise
What modus operandi hidden
Doth move my heart to be so bidden
His words not spoken I do ingest
And take to be of gentleness
His eyes although they be well hid
Do touch my heart and be well bid
His voice is wondrous, liquid, fair
In admiration of my hair
My heart is touched it knows not how
To inquire of him his motives now