I Shouldn't Like To Say, I'm Sure, I Shouldn't Like To Say, Why I Think Of You More, And More, And More As Day Flits After Day. Nor Why I See In The Summer Skies Only The Beauty Of Your Sweet Eyes, The Power By Which You Sway A Kingdom Of Hearts, That Little You Prize I Shouldn't Like To Say. I Shouldn't Like To Say, I'm Sure, I Shouldn't Like To Say Why I Hear Your Voice, So Fresh And Pure, In The Dash Of The Laughing Spray. Nor Why The Wavelets That All The While, In Many A Diamond-Glittering File, With Truant Sunbeams Play, Should Make Me Remember Your Rippling Smile I Shouldn't Like To Say. I Shouldn't Like To Say, I'm Sure, I Shouldn't Like To Say, Why All The Birds Should Chirp Of You, Who Live So Far Away. Robin And Oriole Sing To Me From The Leafy Depths Of Our Apple-Tree, With Trunk So Gnarled And Gray But Why Your Name Should Their Burden Be I Shouldn't Like To Say.