I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush and roar of fire
The sweet transparency of glass
The tenderness of April grass
The durability of granite
But me- I don't know how to plan it
The lads I've met in Cupid's deadlock
Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock
They broke my heart, they stilled my song
And said they had to run along
Explaining, so to sop my tears
First came their parents or careers
But ever does experience
Deny me wisdom, calm, and sense!
Though she's a fool who seeks to capture
The twenty-first fine, careless rapture
I must go on, till ends my rope
Who from my birth was cursed with hope
A heart in half is chaste, archaic
But mine resembles a mosaic
The thing's become ridiculous!
Why am I so? Why am I thus?