THEY have a game, thus played: He says unto his maid @3What are those shining things So brown, so golden brown?@1 And she, in doubt, replies @3How now, what shining things So brown?@1 But then, she coming near, To see more clear, He looks again, and cries (All startled with surprise) @3Sweet wretch, they are your eyes, So brown, so brown!@1 The climax and the end consist In kissing, and in being kissed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SHILOH; A REQUIEM by HERMAN MELVILLE EPIGAEA ASLEEP by WILLIAM WHITMAN BAILEY FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MOURNER'S CONSOLED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AT SABBATH DOWN by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |