Alone delightful for a couple of days let's make love at Syracuse or at Vienna we'll go there by aeroplane for in those burgs they love like MANIACS i could just die making love if you love me i'll die every day | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FANCY IN NUBIBUS; OR, THE POET IN THE CLOUDS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON THE SWING by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE WHISTLE OF THE TRAIN by LEVI BISHOP POMEGRANATES by RUTH FOSS BREWER ABNEGATION by KATHARINE BROWN BURT |