Classic Poem

No morning ever seemed so long! —
I tried to read with all my might!
In my left hand " My Landlord's Tales, "
And threepence ready in my right.

'Twas twelve at last — my heart beat high! —
The Postman rattled at the door! —
And just upon her road to church,
I dropt the " Bride of Lammermoor! "

I seized the note — I flew up stairs —
Flung-to the door, and locked me in —
With panting haste I tore the seal —
And kissed the B in Benjamin!

'Twas full of love — to rhyme with dove —
And all that tender sort of thing —
Of sweet and meet — and heart and dart —
But not a word about a ring! —

In doubt I cast it in the flame,
And stood to watch the latest spark —
And saw the love all end in smoke —
Without a Parson and a Clerk!