WHO doth presume my mistress's name to scan, Goes about more than any way he can, Since all men think that it is Susan. @3Echo.@1 Ann. What sayst? Then tell who is as white as swan, While others set by her are pale and wan; Then, Echo, speak, is it not Susan? @3Echo.@1 Ann. Tell, Echo, yet, whose middle's but a span, Some being gross as bucket, round as pan; Say, Echo, then, is it not Susan? @3Echo.@1 Ann. Say, is she not soft as meal without bran? Though yet in great haste once from me she ran, Must I not however love Susan? @3Echo.@1 Ann. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONG AGO by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN PLANTING by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN IN RETROSPECT by MARGARET E. BRUNER A POET ENLISTS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. WHAT HAVE I TO DO WITH THEE by EDWARD CARPENTER A MEMORY by GUY WETMORE CARRYL |