When a girl's fancy flutters to a man, It is but as a bird that flies and cries; She has a winged thing's April memories Of sunshine, and the morning Spring began. Love at her heart, importuning a tryst, Finds in her senses little heed of it; But her bright lips most girlishly admit The simple homeliness of being kissed. Kiss and be friends, and, when the kissing closes, Part as we met, and be no less than friends; Why should we weep because the summer ends, And some sweet hours have ended with the roses? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE LAST WISH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON PLAIN LANGUAGE FROM TRUTHFUL JAMES by FRANCIS BRET HARTE PSALM 137. THE JEWISH CAPTIVE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE COMFORTERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE DOUBLE CROWNING by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |