Classic Poem

I longed to rest from worry,
To loiter near to you;
You left me in a hurry,
“You had so much to do!”

My soul's entire submission
To you alone I vowed;
You curtsied gay derision
With rippling laughter loud.

Fresh tricks, fresh whimsies starting,
You made me more downcast,
And you refused on parting
Even a kiss at last.

I shall not die, believe me,
Though you may vex me sore;
For, sweet, though these things grieve me,
I've borne them all before.