Classic Poem

I WATCHED her lovely head bend low;
Her misty hair, so soft, so bright;
I watched her color, warm and deep,
And in her blushes took delight
At last I said, “Give me your heart;
You 've stolen mine!” … She breathed a sigh—
“Love me!” I cried, “Love me alone!”
But all she answered was just “Y?”

Closer I came and caught her hand;
She laughed and slipped away from me,
And down the rose-lined pathway ran,
A fairy, sweet and fair to see.
At last I found her, “Now,” I cried,
“You can't escape, for I must know
The man you love—his name, his name!”
But all she answered was just “O!”

Into my arms I took the witch,
(Deep in my heart she'd reigned for years):
And kissed her lips, her red, red lips,
Despite my doubts, my doubts and fears.
“His name!” I cried again, “speak quick!”
And then, somehow, I knew, I knew!


Her answers spelled it out for me
For tremblingly she whispered “U!”