A LOVER of late was I, For Cupid would have it so; (The boy that had never an eye -- As every man doth know.) I sigh'd, and sobb'd, and cried, "alas," For her that laugh'd and call'd me ass. Then knew I not what to do, Then I saw it was in vain A lady so coy to woo, Who gave me the ass so plain; Yet would I her ass freely be, So she would help, and bear with me. An' I were as fair as she, Or she were as kind as me, What pair could have made, as we So pretty a sympathy: I was as kind as she was fair; But for all this we could not pair. Pair with her that will for me! -- With her I will never pair That cunningly can be coy, For being a little fair -- The ass I'll leave her to disdain; And now I am myself again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND by ROBERT BROWNING FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SCARECROW by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SEVEN TIMES ONE [- CHILDHOOD. EXULTATION] by JEAN INGELOW SONGS ON THE VOICES OF BIRDS; SEA-MEWS IN WINTER TIME by JEAN INGELOW A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL |