GO, go, my naughty girl, and kiss Your little sister dear; I must not have such things as this, And noisy quarrels here. What! little children scratch and fight, That ought to be so mild; Oh! Mary, it's a shocking sight To see an angry child. I can't imagine, for my part, The reason for your folly; She did not do you any hurt By playing with your dolly. See, see, the little tears that run Fast from her watery eye: Come, my sweet innocent, have done, 'Twill do no good to cry. Go, Mary, wipe her tears away, And make it up with kisses: And never turn a pretty play To such a pet as this is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW IN THE CARPENTER'S SHOP by SARA TEASDALE WOMAN'S CONSTANCY by JOHN DONNE YARROW UNVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A SONNET WRITTEN BY A NYMPH IN HER OWN BLOOD by CLAUDIO ACHILLINI NIGHT IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD |