MY love, she lives in Salamanca All up a dozen flights of stairs; There with the sparrows night and morning Under the roof she chirps her prayers. They say her wisdom comes from heaven— So near the clouds and chimneys meet— @3I@1 rather think Luisa's sparrows Fetch it aloft there from the street! What would you have? In la Verdura All the day long she keeps a stall: Students, bachelors buy her nosegays, Given with a look and—well that's all! King of her love, with no Prime Minister, Lord of an attic blithe I'd reign, But @3ay de mi!@1 from here to Finisterre Pretty Luisa loves all Spain. Pretty Luisa's democratic: Every peseta wears its crown. What is it worth to rent an attic If on the world you don't look down? Go, silly boy, believe you first with her— Twenty at once she'll entertain. Why love a mistress and be curst with her? Copy Luisa—love all Spain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YANKEE PRIVATEER by ARTHUR HALE WINTER'S EVENING HYMN TO MY FIRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LITTLE BOY BLUE by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS SONG FOR THREE SONS by ANNETTE PATTON CORNELL THE BALLAD OF THE BILLYCOCK by ANTHONY C. DEANE BOYS AND GIRLS by FLORENCE WILKINSON EVANS |