IF you see this song, my dear, And last year's toast, I'm confoundedly in fear You'll be serious and severe About the boast. Blame not that I sought such aid To cure regret. I was then so lowly laid I used all the Gasconnade That I could get. Being snubbed is somewhat smart, Believe, my sweet; And I needed all my art To restore my broken heart To its conceit. Come and smile, dear, and forget I boasted so, I apologise -- regret -- It was all a jest; -- and -- yet I do not know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE LORD ALCOHOL; SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES LAMENT FOR CULLODEN by ROBERT BURNS TO A CONTEMPORARY BUNKSHOOTER by CARL SANDBURG LADY OF CASTLENORE; A.D. 1700 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON THE GRASSHOPPER by ANACREON ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |