Those old-timers were amazing folk. They didn't spend time agonizing over decisions or suffering fear of commitment.

One glance at the damsel, and the narrator wants to marry her. One sentence from her, and they're committed. Lover comes to meet her one time, and she's not there, so he foreswears love forever.

(What if she'd been home, ill or injured?)

I hope it's got a pretty tune, because the story is so callow it's not worth the time.