HO, little girl, the road beside, That winds along by the vineyards gay, All you want is our coin, I know, And you thrust your roses under our noses, Hoping to conquer our scruples so. What I should do is to answer: "No, Beggars should always be denied." What I do, is to throw to you All my change, -- for my heart beats young, This is Italy, skies are blue, All about me I hear a tongue Made for song, -- and your eyes are bright, Dusk your hair, and your face a-light And lovely, -- bless me, what money pays For this land of lands and this day of days! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 1 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM FABLE: 16 by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT IN WILTSHIRE; SUGGESTED BY POINTS OF SIMILARITY WITH THE SOMME COUNTRY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE DEATH OF A.G.A by EMILY JANE BRONTE QUILCA HOUSE TO THE DEAN by HENRY BROOKE |