On a piece of Vanezza Regazza
'But I cannot marry the Mole!',
The beautiful mouse cried in despair.
'What on earth shall I do?' in her grieved stupour,
she stumbled on a corncake and fell in a heap
on the ground, and continued falling,
deeper and deeper, until she rolled no more.
A little thud echoed in the hollow.
Through the darkness, she heard a gentle voice.
As comforting as the cool earth
beneath her dainty mice feet,
She heard the single strike of a match light,
lo and behold,
appeared a halo illuminating the sweetest brown face
'Do not be afraid, my dear. It is I, Mr. Mole.'
Her tiny heart gleamed with surprise,
for it was love at first sight.
--Wind in the Willows