My sweet the Fates befriend her! - Thus every night I pray), What present shall I send her For Merry Christmas Day? My brain has slipped its sprocket, My thoughts are all a-spin, Oh, shall it be a locket, A bracelet or a pin? The more I muse the more I Am addled like an egg; Dan Cupid I implore, I Beseech, entreat and beg; And, lo, the while I linger I seem to hear -- "Be bold! Select for her third finger A little band of gold!" Shall I this year remember The dear lad of my heart, And fan what seems an ember Of love, with tender art? Some kerchiefs? -- I've been trying His monogram to do! A scarf? -- there's no denying I like him best in blue! Cigars! I know the brand he Is partial to, I think; Some cuff-links might prove handy! -- Is there a hint in "link"? A much be-ribboned basket; A purse to keep his pelf; -- Ah, me! if he'd but ask it I'd gladly give -- myself! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1809) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BABY'S SHOES by WILLIAM COX BENNETT THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU ANTONY AND [OR, TO] CLEOPATRA by WILLIAM HAINES LYTLE CRUCIFIXION TO THE WORLD BY THE CROSS OF CHRIST by ISAAC WATTS |