I Love Thee

I stood upon the ocean's bay shore And with a fragile reed I traced upon "Bobby I love thee." The mad waves rolled by and blotted out The fair impression. Frail Reed! cruel wave! Treacherous sand! I'll trust no mere! But with a giant hand, I'll pluck from Scotland's Frozen shore his tallest pine, And dip its top into the crater of North Sea And in the high and banished heavens I'll Write: Bobby I love thee. And I would like to see Any doggoned wave wash that out.