Classic Poem

O could I send my spirit out to her,
To tell the sweetest secret of my heart,
The secret which it can no longer hear
But still with which it is so loth to part.
Or could I give it to some sighing wind,
To softly whisper it within her ear;
Or to some little fairy good and kind,
Who would on wings of love my secret hear.
Could I but tell it to her with my eyes,
And I breathe it deeply in upon her soul,
Would she but read within a lover's sighs,
The passion I no longer can control.
Ah, no, to such frail hopes too long I've clung.
I'll tell myself and do it with my tongue.