IF Phyllis denies me relief, If she's angry, I seek it in wine; Tho' she laughs at my amorous grief, At my mirth why should she repine? The sparkling champagne shall remove All the cares my dull soul has in store: My reason I lost when I loved, And, by drinking, what can I do more? If Phyllis would pity my pain, Or my amorous vows would approve, The juice of the grape I'd disdain, And be drunk with nothing but love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS OUT OF SORROW: REFUGE by SARA TEASDALE THE MAD MAID'S SONG by ROBERT HERRICK THE BELLS OF SHANDON by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY A MATCH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE STEADFASTNESS; THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS WYATT COURAGE THAT OVERCOMES by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN CASTLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |