I'm hot with love, and yet my skies So brightly shine in Betty's eyes, Though all the cooling breezes blow I would not have it otherwise. I'm burdened with my love, weighed down With Betty's least-considered frown; And yet the burden is so dear I bear it proudly as a crown. I'm weary with my love, so long Have I chased Betty through the throng; But ah, the following is so sweet, I still pursue her with a song. I'm quite disheartened, Betty's curls So toss me in their maelstrom whirls; But yet I'd rather fail of her Than win a thousand other girls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHINESE LAUNDRYMAN by KAREN SWENSON BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A BOOK OF AIRS SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TIMID THINGS by JOHN HAMPTON ATKINSON THE BRIDES' TRAGEDY: ACT 3, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |