O COOL in the summer is salad, And warm in the winter is love; And a poet shall sing you a ballad Delicious thereon and thereof. A singer am I, if no sinner, My muse has a marvellous wing, And I willingly worship at dinner The Sirens of Spring. Take endive -- like love it is bitter, Take beet -- for like love it is red; Crisp leaf of the lettuce shall glitter, And cress from the rivulet's bed; Anchovies, foam-born, like the lady Whose beauty has maddened this bard; And olives, from groves that are shady; And eggs -- boil 'em hard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDING BANKS OF ERNE; OR, THE EMIGRANT'S ADIEU TO HIS BIRTHPLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM FATHER LAND AND MOTHER TONGUE by SAMUEL LOVER TACT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON THE LOAN by SABINE BARING-GOULD |