O "WILLIAM," in thy blithe companionship What liberty is mine -- what sweet release From clamorous strife, and yet what boisterous peace! Ho! ho! it is thy fancy's finger-tip That dints the dimple now, and kinks the lip That scarce may sing, in all this glad increase Of merriment! So, pray-thee, do not cease To cheer me thus; -- for, underneath the quip Of thy droll sorcery, the wrangling fret Of all distress is stilled -- no syllable Of sorrow vexeth me -- no tear-drops wet My teeming lids save those that leap to tell Thee thou'st a guest that overweepeth, yet Only because thou jokest overwell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WILLOW POEM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 14 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING BAVARIAN GENTIANS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE A QUOI BON DIRE by CHARLOTTE MEW HERO TO LEANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON |