IF I only had time! <br />I could make you a rhyme. <br />But my time is kept flying <br />By smiling and sighing <br />And living and dying for you. <br />The song-seed, I sow it, <br />I water and hoe it, <br />But never can grow it. <br />Ah, traitress, you know it! <br />What is a poor poet to do? <br /> <br />Ah, let me take breath! <br />I am harried to death <br />By the loves and the graces <br />That crowd where your face is <br />That lurk in your laces and throng. <br />Call them off for a minute, <br />Once let me begin it <br />The devil is in it <br />If I can not spin it <br />As sweet as a linnet, your song!<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-vera-who-asked-a-song/
