"Sylvia the fair, in the bloom of Fifteen Felt an innocent warmth, as she lay on the green; She had heard of a pleasure, and something she guest By the towzing and tumbling and touching her Breast: She saw the men eager, but was at a loss, What they meant by their sighing and kissing so close; By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And sighing and kissing, And sighing and kissing so close."