PRETTY player, from thy strings Little whispers take them wings— Take them wings and hie to me! In my hollow heart they dwell Swinging it as 'twere a bell Ding-a-ding inside o' me. Hand to play and heart to ring— Together might they make a spring On earth beyond imagining: But nay, and nay— For now my love's denied to me. Therefore, dear, lay down thy fiddle, Clip me once around the middle, Kiss, and say good-bye to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |