Here you will find the Poem A Test Of Love of poet James Whitcomb Riley
'Now who shall say he loves me not.' He wooed her first in an atmosphere Of tender and low-breathed sighs; But the pang of her laugh went cutting clear To the soul of the enterprise; 'You beg so pert for the kiss you seek It reminds me, John,' she said, 'Of a poodle pet that jumps to 'speak' For a crumb or a crust of bread.' And flashing up, with the blush that flushed His face like a tableau-light, Came a bitter threat that his white lips hushed To a chill, hoarse-voiced 'Good night!' And again her laugh, like a knell that tolled, And a wide-eyed mock surprise,-- 'Why, John,' she said, 'you have taken cold In the chill air of your sighs!' And then he turned, and with teeth tight clenched, He told her he hated her,-- That his love for her from his heart he wrenched Like a corpse from a sepulcher. And then she called him 'a ghoul all red With the quintessence of crimes'-- 'But I know you love me now,' she said, And kissed him a hundred times.
