I COULD not be so well content, So sure of thee, Señorita, But well I know you must relent And come to me, Lolita! The Caballeros throng to see Thy laughing face, Señorita, Lolita. But well I know thy heart's for me, Thy charm, thy grace, Lolita! I ride the range for thy dear sake, To earn thee gold, Señorita, Lolita; And steal the gringo's cows to make A ranch to hold Lolita! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR UPON A DYING LADY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE TENTH MUSE: THE VANITY OF ALL WORLDLY THINGS by ANNE BRADSTREET LEMON PIE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST THE TROOP SHIP by ISAAC ROSENBERG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 67. AS-SAMAD by EDWIN ARNOLD |