My soul, my pleasant soul and witty, The guest and consort of my body, Into what place now all alone Naked and sad wilt thou be gone? No mirth, no wit, as heretofore, Nor Jests wilt thou afford me more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BYRON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE RUBAIYAT, 1889 EDITION: 19 by OMAR KHAYYAM FROM THE ANTIQUE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A SUNRISE IN MARCH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THIRD YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |