"GENTLE,modest little flower,Sweet epitome of May,Love me but for half an hour,Love me,love me,little fay."
Sentences so fiercely flaming In your tiny shelllike ear,I should always be exclaiming If I loved you,PHOEBE dear.
"Smiles that thrill from any distance Shed upon me while I sing!
Please ecstaticize existence,Love me,oh,thou fairy thing!"
Words like these,outpouring sadly You'd perpetually hear,If I loved you fondly,madly;But I do not,PHOEBE dear.
