LISTEN for pity -- I impeach The tyrant Love that, after play, Dribbles on Beauty's cheek, and still Refuses to be moved away. That, not content with many a kiss, Plays with his fingers on her lip; And if she turns her back to him, Drums with his hand on either hip. Sometimes he squeezes, then he slaps, I've heard he even bites her breast. Now, how can Beauty keep her charms, If she gets neither sleep nor rest? Is there no punishment, I ask -- No small corrections, soft and mild: For let us never once forget That, after all, he's but a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD by HAYDEN CARRUTH ROMEO AND JULIET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FABLE: 16 by ANTOINE VINCENT ARNAULT THE SHEEPHERD by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE DOOR-BELL by CHARLOTTE BECKER |