No and Yes

I WATCHED her at her spinning ;
And this was my beginning
Of wooing and of winning.

But when a maid opposes,
And throws away your roses,
You say the case forecloses.

Yet sorry wit one uses,
Who loves and thinks he loses
Because a maid refuses.

For by her once denying
She only means complying
Upon a second trying.

When first I said, in pleading,
“ Behold, my love lies bleeding! ”
She heard me half unheeding.

When afterward I told her,
And blamed her growing colder, —
She dropped upon my shoulder.

Had I a doubt ? That quelled it:
Her very look dispelled it.
I caught her hand, and held it.

Along the lane I led her,
And while her cheeks grew redder,
I sued outright to wed her.

Good end from bad beginning !
My wooing came to winning, —
And still I watch her spinning.