Classic Poem

I thought you always knew it well
(Although indeed you never said so) —
I thought you knew I dared not tell,
And that was why you toss'd your head so:

For I have often heard you say
You hate to see a fellow sighing,
To hear him stammer all the day,
And hint mysteriously at dying.

And if I have adored you so,
I thought you knew I couldn't help it;
I could no more escape my woe
Than Joseph could his empty well-pit.

It wasn't fair of you at all:
You moved so light and play'd so neatly,
And set your foot upon the ball,
And croquet'd me, I know, completely!

Why did you let me look such things,
And whisper o'er our melting ices,
If converse with you only brings
This most objectionable crisis?