The Napkin Heart

 

1       On the napkin of my heart she stood-

2                   That paper, thin and white:

3       To steal me all with just one look-

4                   And my trembling heart force write.

5       To write her this, I must be dumb:

6                   This poem, dull and trite-

7       Could not compare that writhing numb-

8                   Of nerves, who in her so delight.