Gentle, Modest Little Flower, Sweet Epitome Of May, Love Me But For Half An Hour, Love Me, Love Me, Little Fay. Sentences So Fiercely Flaming In Your Tiny Shell-Like Ear, I Should Always Be Exclaiming If I Loved You, Phoebe Dear. "Smiles That Thrill From Any Distance Shed Upon Me While I Sing! Please Ecstaticize Existence, Love Me, Oh, Thou Fairy Thing!" Words Like These, Outpouring Sadly You'd Perpetually Hear, If I Loved You Fondly, Madly; But I Do Not, Phoebe Dear.