LOVELY Mabel, were you dreaming? Glad the day you said to me, Dancing eyes so brightly beaming, "Give my love to dear Marie!" What a strange exhilaration To be bearer of your heart, What a wonderful temptation For a part. For I have not tried to find her Since you sent your love by me; Day by day I think I'm blinder, -- Fruitless search, as you might see. I wonder, if in sending, If you choose your slave by chance, What that twinkle was portending In your glance? Tell me, when I bear the treasure, Would you very angry be Should I keep a trifling measure That was hardly meant for me? For it's common in commissions Some percentage of the whole To extract from you patricians, Just for toll. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST BLUEBIRD by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST by ALISON RUTHERFORD FIRST LOVE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FOR MY CHILD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE SHEEPHERD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE OLD YEAR by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DIS ALITER VISUM; OR, LE BYRON DE NOS JOURS by ROBERT BROWNING |