Classic Poem

I looked! I loved! And passion burned
With violence Vesuvian
Until the fatal day I learned
He was a married man!

The good ones seldom trot alone;
They jog in Hymen's silken span.
Ah, foolish me! I might have known
He was a married man.

Oh, who can fathom my distress!
Incredulous, I murmured, " Can
This thing be true? " Ah, yes; ah, yes —
He was a married man!

My passion decorously waned;
My blood no longer rampant ran.
Love's jig was up when he explained
He was a married man.

" Wait, love! " said he: and, still in thrall,
I listened to his legal plan
And gave assent; for, after all,
He was a married man .

I waited on, in bliss sublime,
Until the court should lift the ban,
Only to learn, a second time,
He was a married man!