IT’S gettin’ bits o’ posies, <br /> ’N’ feelin’ mighty good; <br />A-thrillin’ ’cause she loves you, <br /> An’ wond’rin’ why she should; <br /> <br />An’ stoppin’ sort o’ sudden, <br /> Because you’re full o’ thought; <br />An’ quick with res’less feelin’s <br /> That make life seem too short! <br /> <br />It’s feelin’ ’s if she’d loved you <br /> Before the world was made; <br />As if she still would love you, <br /> When all our debts are paid; <br /> <br />As if there’s nothin’ mattered, <br /> As if the world was good, <br />As if the Lord was lookin’, <br /> An’ sort o’ understood. <br /> <br />It’s feelin’ kind an’ gentle <br /> To everything that’s weak, <br />And doin’ jus’ sich actions <br /> As nearly seem to speak; <br /> <br />Sich actions women reckon <br /> Are certain to occur <br />When he’s in love with some one, <br /> And that some one is—her.<br /><br />Dame Mary Gilmore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweethearts/
