"O come and be my mate!" said the Eagle to the Hen, "I love to soar, but then I want my mate to rest Forever in the nest!" Said the Hen, "I cannot fly, I have no wish to try, But I joy to see my mate careening through the sky!" They wed, and cried, "Ah, this is Love, my own!" And the Hen sat, the Eagle soared, alone. "O come and be my mate!" said the Lion to the Sheep; "My love for you is deep! I slay, a Lion should, But you are mild and good!" Said the sheep, "I do no ill- Could not, had I the will-. But I joy to see my mate pursue, devour and kill. " They wed, and cried, "Ah, this is Love, my own!" And the Sheep browsed, the Lion prowled, alone. "O come and be my mate!" said the Salmon to the Clam; "You are not wise, but I am. I know sea and stream as well. You know nothing but your shell." Said the Clam, "I'm slow of motion, But my love is all devotion, And I joy to have my mate traverse lake and stream and ocean! " They wed, and cried, "Ah, this is Love, my own!" And the Clam sucked, the Salmon swam, alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WINDING-SHEET by ROBERT HERRICK TOM MOONEY by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD THE CENCI; A TRAGEDY: ACTS 4-5 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY QUESTION AND ANSWER by MATHILDE BLIND IT IS FINISHED by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE HISTORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA: BOOK 2 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH TO F.A.B., A VIRTUOUS YOUNG PHYSICIAN ABOUT TO PRACTISE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |