I know, Justine, you speak me fair <br />As often as we meet; <br />And 'tis a luxury, I swear, <br />To hear a voice so sweet; <br />And yet it does not please me quite, <br />The civil way you've got; <br />For me you're something too polite - <br />Justine, you love me not! <br /> <br />I know Justine, you never scold <br />At aught that I may do: <br />If I am passionate or cold, <br />'Tis all the same to you. <br />'A charming temper,' say the men, <br />'To smooth a husband's lot': <br />I wish 'twere ruffled now and then - <br />Justine you love me not! <br /> <br />I know, Justine, you wear a smile <br />As beaming as the sun; <br />But who supposes all the while <br />It shines for only one? <br />Though azure skies are fair to see, <br />A transient cloudy spot <br />In yours would promise more to me - <br />Justine, you love me not! <br /> <br />I know, Justine, you make my name <br />Your eulogistic theme, <br />And say - if any chance to blame - <br />You hold me in esteem. <br />Such words, for all their kindly scope, <br />Delight me not a jot; <br />Just as you would have praised the Pope - <br />Justine, you love me not! <br /> <br />I know, Justine - for I have heard <br />What friendly voices tell - <br />You do not blush to say the word, <br />'You like me passing well'; <br />And thus the fatal sound I hear <br />That seals my lonely lot: <br />There's nothing now to hope or fear - <br />Justine, you love me not!<br /><br />John Godfrey Saxe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/justine-you-love-me-not/
