Classic Poem

Going—to—Her!
Happy—Letter! Tell Her—
Tell Her—the page I never wrote!
Tell Her, I only said—the Syntax—
And left the Verb and the Pronoun—out!
Tell Her just how the fingers—hurried—
Then—how they—stammered—slow—slow—
And then—you wished you had eyes—in your pages—
So you could see—what moved—them—so—

Tell Her—it wasn't a practised writer—
You guessed—
From the way the sentence—toiled—
You could hear the Boddice—tug—behind you—
As if it held but the might of a child!
You almost pitied—it—you—it worked so—
Tell Her—No—you may quibble—there—
For it would split Her Heart—to know it—
And then—you and I—were silenter!

Tell Her—Day—finished—before we—finished—
And the old Clock kept neighing—‘Day’!
And you—got sleepy—and begged to be ended—
What could—it hinder so—to say?
Tell Her—just how she sealed—you—Cautious!
But—if she ask ‘where you are hid’—until the evening—
Ah! Be bashful!
Gesture Coquette—
And shake your Head!