Classic Poem

I

SHE sang of Love so loud and long
?That when one day he came to call
She was so busy with her song
?She did not hear him knock at all;
And aShe left, unrecognized,
He looked exceedingly surprised.
II

Searching for Love, the distance o'er
?She scanned the high and starry way,
And never knew that by her door
?He greeted her, say, thrice a day,
Because he wore, ah! hapless one,
The aspect of her neighbour's son.
III

About her everywhere she saw
Love's double breaking love and law,
So when at last, Himself, he came
She gave him that impostor's name
And told him such unpleasant things
He went away with drooping wings.
IV

She made her House of Life so trim,
So white and starched, so neatly prim,
She would not let Love in until
He scraped his boots and brushed the sill.
Hence, after much vain argument
Before the entry door—he went.