Bah! spite of Fate, that says us nay, Suppose we die together, eh? -- A rare conclusion you discover! -- What's rare is good. Let us die so, Like lovers in Boccaccio. -- Ha! ha! ha! you fantastic lover! -- Nay, not fantastic. If you will, Fond, surely irreproachable. Suppose, then, that we die together? -- Good sir, your jests are fitlier told Than when you speak of love or gold. Why speak at all, in this glad weather? Whereat, behold them once again, Tircis beside his Dorimene, Not far from two blithe rustic rovers, For some caprice of idle breath Deferring a delicious death. Ha! ha! ha! what fantastic lovers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOREST MAID by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BOUGHT WITH A PRICE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON FORMALITY AND THE SOUL: 1. JOHN SINGER SARGENT by KARL W. BIGELOW THE CONTRAST; THE SUNNY SIDE by LEVI BISHOP HOW GREY THE WORLD WAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |