A Working Woman

Yond woman fair
I beguiled not
How strangely had she taken my fancy
And had her sweet uncertainty 
Would enchant the wondering eye.
A force, which would be unreasonable 
To be reckoned with.
Thank Heaven! 
Morals deemed
A thing of the past 
And even a Gentleman fine 
Could dare wander 
Into the underlying territory 
Which is mistaken for Love!