"I said to Whittlesey, I said, He's not been gone a year; And I have grieved and I have grieved And dropped me many a tear! "I said to Whittlesey, I said, I'll wait till he comes back: And I'll not hear and I'll not hear The daft old women's clack! "I said to Whittlesey, I said, You've eyes for all who pass! And I'll not look and I'll not look -- But look I did, alas! "I said to Whittlesey, I said, -- But he was on my mouth, And parched I grew and parched I grew As a belly-slave in drouth! "I said to Whittlesey, I said, @3He'll make me pay for this@1 . . . But Don he laughed and Don he laughed And shunt me with a kiss!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 19. THE HEART, LOVE'S BUTT by PHILIP AYRES AVE MARIA IN ROME by MATHILDE BLIND |