Classic Poem

I tell you now I feel on this or that,
As simply as a child confesses at
His mother's knee. You tease and ask me why,
Smiling down on me with quizzing eye.

I do not answer, or I say, " because " ,
Which is a woman's way and always was.
I state a truth — a fact I know full well;
The cause, the " why " , I don't attempt to tell.

Philosophy explains, what ere I think,
I can resolve to causes, link by link —
Not what I feel. Emotion is a king
Tyranical, who bears no questioning.

I lay mute reason by upon the shelf,
Feel so and so, and cannot help myself.
Then, when I tell you, do not put your " Why? "
Smiling down on me with your quizzing eye.