DILDIDO, dildido, O love, O love, I feel thy rage rumble below and above! In summer-time I saw a face, @3Trop belle pour moi, hélas, hélas!@1 Like to a ston'd-horse was her pace: Was ever young man so dismay'd? Her eyes, like wax-torches, did make me afraid: @3Trop belle pour moi, voilà mon trèpas.@1 Thy beauty, my love, exceedeth supposes; Thy hair is a nettle for the nicest roses. @3Mon dieu, aide moi!@1 That I with the primrose of my fresh wit May tumble her tyranny under my feet: @3Hé donc je serai un jeune roi! Trop belle pour moi, hélas, hélas! Trop belle pour moi, voilà mon trépas!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME, SWEET HOME, FR. CLARI, THE MAID OF MILAN by JOHN HOWARD PAYNE AWAKENING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HOTWELLS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN IN THE COACH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN HARVEST TIME IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY STRIKING by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY SONG OF THE DECANTER by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHEN I LOOK UPON YOUR FACES by EDWARD CARPENTER |