I Want To Sing Something - But This Is All - I Try And I Try, But The Rhymes Are Dull As Though They Were Damp, And The Echoes Fall Limp And Unlovable. Words Will Not Say What I Yearn To Say - They Will Not Walk As I Want Them To, But They Stumble And Fall In The Path Of The Way Of My Telling My Love For You. Simply Take What The Scrawl Is Worth - Knowing I Love You As Sun The Sod On The Ripening Side Of The Great Round Earth That Swings In The Smile Of God.