Oh! He Was A Student Of Mystic Lore; And She Was A Soulful Girl All Nerves And Mind, Of The Cultured Kind The Paragon, Pride, And Pearl. They Loved With A Neo-Concordic Love, Woofed Weirdly With Wistful Woe. They Sat In A Glen, Remote From Men, Their Converse Was High And Low. "What Marvellous Words Of Marvellous Love, Speak Marvellous Souls Like These?" I Drew Me Nigh Till Their Faintest Sigh Was Heard With The Greatest Ease. "'Oo'S 'Ittle White Lammy Is 'Oo?" Breathed He; "'Oors. 'Oo'S Lovey-Dovey Is 'Oo?" "'Oors! 'Oors! Would 'Oo K'Y If Dovey Should Die?" "No'P! Tause 'Ittle Lammy'D Die Too." How Truthful We Poets! The "Language Of Love" Is A Phrase We Employ Full Oft; But Whenever We Do, We Prefix Thereto, You've Noticed, The Adjective "Soft."