Classic Poem

You see this rose,
Its calyx, its petals?
Since fair it shows
Could you forget, all's
Well with your heart to the heart's confusion
And the mind's disjointure. What's conclusion?
Look on her blossom, half white, half pinky.
Would you choose her, the choice yours, think ye?

Or if, depressed
With all this fooling,
Rose and the rest,
You 'scape your schooling,
And, stooping low to her sweet shoe's latchet
(Since truth's the truth if you can but catch it!)
You risk conjecture " Why yes? " or " Why no? " —
Lord love you, I'm hanged if I know.