FORGIVE me, if I wound your ear, By calling of you Nancy, Which is the name of my sweet friend, The other's but her fancy. Ah, dearest girl! how could your mind The strange distinction frame? The whimsical, unjust caprice, Which robs you of your name. Nancy agrees with what we see, A being wild and airy; Gay as a nymph of Flora's train, Fantastic as a fairy. But Anna's of a different kind, A melancholy maid; Boasting a sentimental soul, In solemn pomp arrayed. Oh never will forsake the sound, So artless and so free! Be what you will with all mankind. But Nancy , still with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR BLIZZARD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE CUMBERLAND by HERMAN MELVILLE THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE OWL (1) by ALFRED TENNYSON THE END OF THE PLAY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY |