Classic Poem

I SHOULDN'T like to say, I'm sure,
I shouldn't like to say,
Why I think of you more, and more, and more.
As day flits after day.
Nor why I see in the Summer skies
Only the beauty of your sweet eyes,
The power by which you sway
A kingdom of hearts, that little you prize —
I shouldn't like to say.

I shouldn't like to say, I'm sure,
I shouldn't like to say
When I hear your voice, so fresh and pure,
In the dash of the laughing spray.
Nor why the wavelets that all the while,
In many a diamond-glittering file,
With truant, sun-beams play,
Should make me remember your rippling smile —
I shouldn't like to say.

I shouldn't like to say, I'm sure,
I shouldn't like to say,
Why all the birds should chirp of you,
Who live so far away.
Robin, and oriole sing to me
From the leafy depths of our apple-tree,
With trunk so gnarled and gray —
But why your name should their burden be
I shouldn't like to say.