DORON. SIT down, Carmela; here are cobs for kings, Sloes black as jet or like my Christmas shoes, Sweet cider which my leathern bottle brings; Sit down, Carmela, let me kiss thy toes. CARMELA. Ah Doron! ah my heart! thou art as white As is my mother's calf or brinded cow; Thine eyes are like the glow-worms in the night; Thine hairs resemble thickest of the snow. The lines within thy face are deep and clear Like to the furrows of my father's wain; The sweat upon thy face doth oft appear Like to my mother's fat and kitchen-gain. Ah, leave my toe, and kiss my lips, my love! My lips are thine, for I have given them thee; Within thy cap 'tis thou shalt wear my glove; At foot-ball sport thou shalt my champion be. DORON. Carmela dear, even as the golden ball That Venus got, such are thy goodly eyes; When cherries' juice is jumbled therewithal, Thy breath is like the steam of apple-pies. Thy lips resemble two cucúmbers fair; Thy teeth like to the tusks of fattest swine; Thy speech is like the thunder in the air: Would God, thy toes, thy lips, and all were mine! CARMELA. Doron, what thing doth move this wishing grief! DORON. 'Tis Love, Carmela, ah, 'tis cruel Love! That, like a slave and caitiff villain-thief, Hath cut my throat of joy for thy behove. CARMELA. Where was he born? DORON. In faith, I know not where; But I have heard much talking of his dart: Ay me, poor man! with many a trampling tear I feel him wound the fore-horse of my heart. What, do I love? O, no, I do but talk: What, shall I die for love? O, no, not so: What, am I dead? O, no, my tongue doth walk: Come, kiss, Carmela, and confound my woe. CARMELA. Even with this kiss, as once my father did, I seal the sweet indentures of delight: Before I break my vow the gods forbid, No, not by day, nor yet by darksome night. DORON. Even with this garland made of hollyhocks I cross thy brows from every shepherd's kiss: Heigh-ho, how glad am I to touch thy locks! My frolic heart even now a freeman is. CARMELA. I thank you, Doron, and will think on you; I love you, Doron, and will wink on you. I seal your charter-patent with my thumbs: Come, kiss and part, for fear my mother comes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY 23RD STREET RUNS INTO HEAVEN by KENNETH PATCHEN WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT SUPER FLUMINA BABYLONIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |