DEAR Lady, tapping at your door, Some little verses stand, And beg on this auspicious day To come and kiss your hand. Their syllables all counted right Their rhymes each in its place, Like birthday children, at the door They wait to see your face. Rise, lady, rise and let them in; Fresh from the fairy shore, They bring you things you wish to have, Each in its pinafore. For they have been to Wishing-land This morning in the dew, And all your dearest wishes bring -- All granted -- home to you. What these may be, they would not tell, And could not if they would; They take the packets sealed to you As trusty servants should. But there was one that looked like love, And one that smelt like health, And one that had a jingling sound -- I fancy it might be wealth. Ah, well, they are but wishes still; But, lady dear, for you I know that all you wish is kind, I pray it all come true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHNNY APPLESEED by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LOUSE HUNTING by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IMITATIONS OF SHAKESPEARE: PROGNE'S DREAM by JOHN ARMSTRONG LESBIA'S COMPLAINT AGAINST THYRISIS HIS INCONSTANCY; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |