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