I'm jealous of you. You're down in the country, And I haven't one tree To brighten my view. Your folks are there too; That's not very funny, But it's spring there, and sunny: I'm jealous of you. Down under that sky (I think of you only; I'm love-drunk, and lonely) Don't forget, dear, that I Still exist. In my head Your pretty face lingers And all of my fingers Just itch to be spread To embrace you. I know It's pleasant in Paris, But thoughts of you harass And torture me so. Down there I see you, In your straw hat, with flowers That form into bowers The sunlight peeps through. I know you'll forget; You're so fair, and so winsome. And the weather! I'm in some Bad temper, my pet! They took you away When I needed you most, dear. And now you may boast, dear, For this very day I love you, my dear, As never my heart meant. This cool, fresh apartment Is so stupid here. ... That now I wish you (I know that it's hateful!) Your own darling pate full Of suffering too! For I love you so! I'd like you to miss me So much, that to kiss me You'd let the spring go. If a headache held you pent, I'd be content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES GOOD-BY AND KEEP COLD by ROBERT FROST AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER NIGHT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ENDORSEMENT TO THE DEED OF SEPARATION, IN THE APRIL OF 1816 by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |