A book you may buy for a shilling Where quaint little shops tempt the throng, And love, though your guineas are useless, Perhaps may be had for a song. You may, should the volume displease you, Exchange it or sell it again; But love that you buy with your singing Can only be bartered for pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUSE by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH FLORENCE VANE by PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS |