Classic Poem

Pretty robin at my window,
Welcoming the day
With thy loud and liquid piping,
Read my riddle, pray.
I have conned it waking, sleeping,
Vexed the more for aye.
Thou'rt a wizard, pretty robin —
Does he love me — say?

Lady violet, blooming meekly
By the brooklet free,
Bending low thy gentle forehead
All its grace to see,
Turn thee from the wooing water,
Whisper soft, I pray,
For the winds might hear my secret —
Does he love me — say?

Star that through the silent night-tide
Watchest over him,
Write it with thy golden pencil
On my casement dim.
Thou art skilled in Love's sweet magic,
Tell me then, I pray,
Now, so none but I may read it —
Does he love me — say?