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?”