My mistress dreams -- and me forgot; For parlour silks I cannot care; Abroad she will not roam. But birds invite to sandy grot; Good warren folk await me there; So @3I@1 go home. Her human sprite's flown out of house; Her shoe scarce prints the painted mat; She dreams of fay and gnome, And such as in full moon carouse: So, soft, tap this foot, softlier that -- And @3I@1 go home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET by ROSE TERRY COOKE THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE WITHERED ROSE by PHILIP AYRES VERSES FROM THE 'ANNALIA DUBRENSIA' by WILLIAM BASSE |