Going To Him! Happy Letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him The Page I Did N'T Write; Tell Him I Only Said The Syntax, And Left The Verb And The Pronoun Out. Tell Him Just How The Fingers Hurried, Then How They Waded, Slow, Slow, Slow; And Then You Wished You Had Eyes In Your Pages, So You Could See What Moved Them So. Tell Him It Was N'T A Practised Writer, You Guessed, From The Way The Sentence Toiled; You Could Hear The Bodice Tug, Behind You, As If It Held But The Might Of A Child; You Almost Pitied It, You, It Worked So. Tell Him -- No, You May Quibble There, For It Would Split His Heart To Know It, And Then You And I Were Silenter. "Tell Him Night Finished Before We Finished, And The Old Clock Kept Neighing 'Day!' And You Got Sleepy And Begged To Be Ended -- What Could It Hinder So, To Say? Tell Him Just How She Sealed You, Cautious, But If He Ask Where You Are Hid Until To-Morrow, -- Happy Letter! Gesture, Coquette, And Shake Your Head!"