|Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222.|
|By John V. A. Weaver|
|NOTHIN or everythin its got to be,|
|You says, and hides your face down on my arm.|
|If it meant nothin, twouldnt do no harm,|
|Or either everythinbut this waysee?
|I feel your tremblin heart against my coat,|| 5|
|An the big arc-light moon grins down so cool,|
|Go on! I think it says, you softie fool!
|I love you so it hurts me in my throat
|Dont make me kiss you; sure, I know you could,|
|Youre pleadin, An we gone too far for play;|| 10|
|I care a lot
. but yet not sos to say|
|I love you yet
. Aw, help me to be good!
|O darlin, darlin, cant you let it be|
|Nothin to you, an everythin to me?|