THOU snowy farm with thy five tenements! Tell thy white mistress here was one That call'd to pay his daily rents; But she a-gathering flow'rs and hearts is gone, And thou left void to rude possession. But grieve not, pretty ermine cabinet, Thy alabaster lady will come home; If not, what tenant can there fit The slender turnings of thy narrow room, But must ejected be by his own doom? Then give me leave to leave my rent with thee: Five kisses, one unto a place; For though the lute's too high for me, Yet servants knowing minikin nor base Are still allow'd to fiddle with the case. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG by ALEXANDER POPE LONDON'S SUMMER MORNING by MARY DARBY ROBINSON LAIS' MIRROR by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS A FRAGMENT OF AN EPIC POEM, OCCASIONED BY THE LOSS OF A GAME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GRISELDA: CHAPTER 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |