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Poem
September 15, 1888
The Jamesburg Record
Jamesburg, Middlesex County, New Jersey
What is this article about?
A light-hearted poem in which the female speaker laments a suitor's silence about his affections, defending her assumption it was mere flirtation and pleading for him to declare his love openly to be happy together.
Clipping
OCR Quality
98%
Excellent
Full Text
The Same Old Story.
You may call it flirtation or what not,
But I don't see that I was to blame.
How could I know that you loved me
When you never once mentioned the same?
I've walked in the starlight with many,
And have risked my life on the bay,
Yet among them I've never found any
But had something decided to say.
You thought that your silence had told me?
The silence that's golden we've heard;
But the girl of to-day prefers silver,
Coined into words sweet and absurd:
There are lovers whom there's no mistaking
Whose language leaves no one in doubt:
There are others who leave one's heart aching
For a word there's no living without.
But since the sweet year has grown older
And you've failed as a special pleader,
Shall I be left out in the cold, sir,
Because I was not a mind reader?
You blame me, I think, without reason;
If you really had something to say,
What matters the time or the season?
Why can't we be happy—to-day?
You may call it flirtation or what not,
But I don't see that I was to blame.
How could I know that you loved me
When you never once mentioned the same?
I've walked in the starlight with many,
And have risked my life on the bay,
Yet among them I've never found any
But had something decided to say.
You thought that your silence had told me?
The silence that's golden we've heard;
But the girl of to-day prefers silver,
Coined into words sweet and absurd:
There are lovers whom there's no mistaking
Whose language leaves no one in doubt:
There are others who leave one's heart aching
For a word there's no living without.
But since the sweet year has grown older
And you've failed as a special pleader,
Shall I be left out in the cold, sir,
Because I was not a mind reader?
You blame me, I think, without reason;
If you really had something to say,
What matters the time or the season?
Why can't we be happy—to-day?
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Flirtation
Unspoken Love
Silence In Romance
Declaration Of Love
Romantic Communication
Poem Details
Title
The Same Old Story.
Key Lines
You May Call It Flirtation Or What Not,
But I Don't See That I Was To Blame.
How Could I Know That You Loved Me
When You Never Once Mentioned The Same?
But The Girl Of To Day Prefers Silver,
Coined Into Words Sweet And Absurd:
Why Can't We Be Happy—To Day?