Original Text: 
Charles Stuart Calverley. Fly Leaves (Cambridge: Deighton, Bell, 1890): 74-77. PR 4409 C2F5 1890 Robarts Library.
1Canst thou love me, lady?
2    I've not learn'd to woo:
3Thou art on the shady
4    Side of sixty too.
5Still I love thee dearly!
6    Thou hast lands and pelf:
7But I love thee merely
8    Merely for thyself.
9Wilt thou love me, fairest?
10    Though thou art not fair;
11And I think thou wearest
12    Someone-else's hair.
13Thou could'st love, though, dearly:
14    And, as I am told,
15Thou art very nearly
16    Worth thy weight, in gold.
17Dost thou love me, sweet love?
18    Tell me that thou dost!
19Women fairly beat one,
20    But I think thou must.
21Thou art loved so dearly:
22    I am plain, but then
23Thou (to speak sincerely)
24    Art as plain again.
25Love me, bashful fairy!
26    I've an empty purse:
27And I've "moods," which vary;
28    Mostly for the worse.
29Still, I love thee dearly:
30    Though I make (I feel)
31Love a little queerly,
32    I'm as true as steel.
33Love me, swear to love me
34    (As, you know, they do)
35By yon heaven above me
36    And its changeless blue.
37Love me, lady, dearly,
38    If you'll be so good;
39Though I don't see clearly
40    On what ground you should.
41Love me -- ah or love me
42    Not, but be my bride!
43Do not simply shove me
44    (So to speak) aside!
45P'raps it would be dearly
46    Purchased at the price;
47But a hundred yearly
48    Would be very nice.
Publication Start Year: 
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition: 
RPO 1998.