IDREAMT once more the vision of yore: The time was a fair May even, We sat 'neath the linden, and there we swore To be faithful, in presence of heaven. And once and again we plighted our troth, And titter'd, caress'd, kiss'd so dearly; And lest I should fail to remember my oath, My hand thou then bittest severely. O sweetest love, with the eyes so bright, O sweet one, so fair and so biteful! The swearing was doubtless all proper and right But the biting was rather too spiteful! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF IVRY by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY TO COLIN CLOUT by ANTHONY MUNDAY THE DEAD HEROES by ISAAC ROSENBERG SECTION GANG: DAYBREAK by NORMAN BOLKER VANITAS VANITATUM, OMNIA VANITAS by ANNE BRONTE THE EARTH AND MAN by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE ITALY AND THE WORLD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE UNIVERSITY OF VERMONT SERVICE FLAG - 1517 STARS by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |