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.
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