A Yankee poet thus described the excess of his devotion to his true love:

“I sing her praise in poetry:
For her, at morn and eve,
I cries whole pints of bitter tears,
And wipes them with my sleeve.”



See:
The Kentucky Tribune (Danville, Kentucky), 22 September 1854, p. 1 (5th column) [PDF, text]

Notes by Andrew Guild:
A short poem, with a bit of a humorous slant, written by an unknown poet.

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