HE stole from my bodice a rose, My cheek was its color the while; But, ah, the sly rogue! he well knows, Had he asked it, I must have said no. He snatched from my lips a soft kiss; I tried at a frown -- 't was a smile; For, ah, the sly rogue! he knows this: Had he asked it, I must have said no. That "asking" in love's a mistake, It puts one in mind to refuse; 'T is best not to ask, but to take; For it saves one the need to say no. Yet, stay -- this is folly I've said; Some things should be asked if desired; My rogue hopes my promise to wed; When he asks me, I will not say no. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRINGED GENTIANS by AMY LOWELL SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY IKE WALTON'S PRAYER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 90 by PHILIP SIDNEY A CHARACTER OF JOSEPH PRIESTLY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK |