I wrote her a letter. It took her quite two

To answer it after she'd read it.

My letter contained what perhaps even you

Have written,—at least, you have said it.

My letter contained the old tale of a heart

That longed to be linked to another;

And I told her to think on each separate part,

And ask the advice of her mother.

She apparently did, for the very next mail

Brought me a message of woe.

It took her two letters; they made me turn pale;

For they were the letters "N" "O".