I am not indifferent to the charms

Of a young woman’s arms.

So when your arm wound around me

Of course I was flattered

For you are much younger than me.

I have had dreams shattered

So will believe that it was merely

Out of friendly regard

That your youthful arm

Wound around me.

In the churchyard

On my way home alone

I passed by cold stones

And contrasted their charms

With your warm arms.