Classic Poem

You in your house and I in mine
Can just clasp hands across the way;
Can just remark if the weather be fine,
As we wish each other a very good day;
Can note how the puddles shine in the sun,
And how the passers-by splash on.

Then, since the street is narrow and small
And the incidents few are soon o'ertold,
We may draw us back in our houses tall;
To go outside would be far too bold; —
To go outside, sweet friend of mine,
And to meet in the street and our arms entwine.