MY tiny lady, can it Be true that you and I, On something called a planet, Are somewhere in the sky? Yes -- and at such a tearing And madcap speed we've spun, That you, with dreadful daring, Have thrice been round the sun. Nay, it yet more amazes, That my far-venturing girl Can be as fresh as daisies After so wild a whirl! And now 'neath western billow The sun is put to bed, And you, too, on your pillow Must lay a golden head. Ah, tears -- they come so quickly, For grief so quickly gone! Yet joys have rained as thickly, For you to dream upon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIELD AMBULANCE IN RETREAT; VIA DOLOROSA, VIA SACRA by MAY SINCLAIR SERENADE by JEAN FRANCOIS VICTOR AICARD LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 5. THE LOCH by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DECLASSE by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD TREK FEVER by JULIA FIELD BROWN DISGUISES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. EXCEPT THE LORD BUILD THE HOUSE by EDWARD CARPENTER |