You looked so tempting in the pew,
⁠You looked so sly and calm—
My trembling fingers played with yours
⁠As both looked out the Psalm.

Your heart beat hard against my arm,
⁠My foot to yours was set,
Your loosened ringlet burned my cheek
⁠Whenever they two met.

O little, little we hearkened, dear,
⁠And little, little cared,
Although the parson sermonised,
⁠The congregation stared.