I CHANCED to walk, not long ago, Into the village down below; The people all were gaily drest, They told me 'twas a marriage feast. Within the dancing-room I found Some sixty couples whirling round; Each lass supported by her lad, And every face was blithe and glad. 'A happy day, indeed!' I cried; 'But tell me, which may be the bride?' The bumpkin answer'd with a stare -- 'Lord, sir! I neither know nor care! 'Three nights have we been dancing here, And tasting of her wedding cheer; I merely came for fun and drinking, About the bride I've not been thinking!' If every man would speak the truth, As freely as this honest youth, His case would not -- so ponder'd I -- Betoken singularity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TIGER LILIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON A LADY'S WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WAKE OF TIM O'HARA (SEVEN DIALS) by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: EROS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |