Sure Chloe just, and Chloe fair, Deserves to be your only care; But, when she and you to-day Far into the wood did stray, And I happened to pass by; Which way did you cast your eye? But, when your cares to her you sing, You dare not tell her whence they spring; Does it not more afflict your heart, That in those cares she bears a part? When you the flowers for Chloe twine, Why do you to her garland join The meanest bud that falls from mine? Simplest of swains! the world may see, Whom Chloe loves, and who loves me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOYAGE by CAROLINE ATHERTON BRIGGS MASON WINDY NIGHTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE CUCKOO by ALEXANDER ANDERSON FROM AN EXCAVATION ON THE WARRIOR RIVER by ESTHER BARRETT ARGO ROMAIOS by WILLAM GAY BALLANTINE |