Classic Poem

About thee and of thee and nothing but thee
I'm dreaming and thinking of all the long day
I look through the bushes thy cottage sees me
But thou art for ever and ever away
Of thee and about thee and nothing but thee
I'm dreaming and thinking from morning till e'en'
I look through the bushes but where can she be
I see nought but pigs and some hens on the green

About thee and of thee aye nothing but thee
I'm dreaming and thinking 'on't day after day
I look o'er the hedge rows but where can she be
The lane's lost in brambles when Susan's away
Of thee and thee only none other but thee
I dream of awaken and think of asleep
From morning till starlight there's nothing I see
But the bushes and grain that in silver dews weep.

Of thee and thee only and nothing but thee
I'm dreaming and thinking of all the day long
I look o'er the meadows and where can she be
And in solitudes silence I method the song
Thee and thee only I listen to love
As the swallow fly's swift o'er the green grassy Lea
While the broad pollard Oak holds the nest o the Dove
I love thee and thee only none other but thee.