@3Poet@1. Thus do you sit and break the flow'rs That might have lived a few short hours, And lived for you! Love, who o'erpowers My youth and me, Shows me the petals idly shed, Shows me my hopes as early dead, In vain, in vain admonished By all I see. @3Lady@1. And thus you while the noon away, Watching me strip my flowers of gay Apparel, just put on for May, And soon laid by! Cannot you teach me one or two Fine phrases? If you can, pray do, Since @3you@1 are grown too wise to woo, To listen I. @3Poet@1. Lady, I come not here to teach, But learn, the moods of gentle speech; Alas! too far beyond my reach Are happier strains. Many frail leaves shall yet lie pull'd, Many frail hopes in death-bed lull'd, Or ere this outcast heart be school'd By all its pains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROSPECT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY OH, SWEET CONTENT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES OH! BLAME NOT THE BARD by THOMAS MOORE A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN MEN OF WAKE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |