Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!" Her soul spoke thus (I know it did): "O king of realms of endless joy, My own, my golden grocer's boy, I am a princess forced to dwell Within a lonely kitchen cell, While you go dashing through the land With loveliness on every hand. Your whistle strikes my eager ears Like music of the choiring spheres. The mighty earth grows faint and reels Beneath your thundering wagon wheels. How keenly, perilously sweet To cling upon that swaying seat! How happy she who by your side May share the splendors of that ride! Ah, if you will not take my hand And bear me off across the land, Then, traveller from Arcady, Remain awhile and comfort me. What other maiden can you find So young and delicate and kind?" Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!" Her soul spoke thus (I know it did). | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE NEW EZEKIEL by EMMA LAZARUS SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON CRADLE SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THIS I REMEMBER by ELISABETH CHANNING ALLEN TO JOY by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 44 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |