Classic Poem

I' M much too young to marry,
For I am only seventeen;
Why think I, then, of Harry?
What can it mean — what can it mean?

Wherever Harry meets me,
Beside the brook or on the green,
How tenderly he greets me!
What can it mean — what can it mean?

Whene'er my name he utters,
A blush upon my cheek is seen! —
His voice my bosom flutters! —
What can it mean — what can it mean?

If he but mentions Cupid,
Or, smiling, calls me " fairy queen, "
I sigh, and look so stupid! —
What can it mean — what can it mean?

Oh, mercy! what can ail me?
I'm growing wan and very lean;
My spirits often fail me!
What can it mean — what can it mean?

I' M NOT IN LOVE ! — No! — Smother
Such a thought at seventeen!
I'll go and ask my mother —
" What can it mean — what can it mean! "