What Can It Mean?

I'm much too young to marry, For I am only seventeen; Why think I, then, of Harry? What can it mean — what can it mean?

Wherever Harry meets me, Beside the brook or on the green, How tenderly he greets me! What can it mean — what can it mean?

Whene'er my name he utters, A blush upon my cheek is seen!— His voice my bosom flutters!— What can it mean — what can it mean?

If he but mentions Cupid, Or, smiling, calls me “fairy queen,” I sigh, and looks so stupid!— What can it mean — what can it mean?

Oh, mercy! what can ail me? I'm growing wan and very lean; My spirits often fail me! What can it mean — what can it mean?

I'm not in love!— No!— Smother Such a thought at seventeen! I'll go and ask my mother — “What can it mean — what can it mean?”