PEERLESS yet hapless maid of Q! Accomplish'd LN G! Never again shall I and U Together sip our T. For, ah! the Fates I know not Y, Sent 'midst the flowers a B, Which ven'mous stung her in the I, So that she could not C. LN exclaim'd, "Vile spiteful B! If ever I catch U On jess'mine, rosebud, or sweet P, I'll change your singing Q. "I'll send you like a lamb or U Across th' Atlantic C. From our delightful village Q To distant O Y E. "A stream runs from my wounded I, Salt as the briny C As rapid as the X or Y, The OIO or D. "Then fare thee ill, insensate B! Who stung, nor yet knew Y, Since not for wealthy Durham's C Would I have lost my I." They bear with tears fair LN G In funeral R A, A clay-cold corse now doom'd to B Whilst I mourn her DK. Ye nymphs of Q, then shun each B, List to the reason Y; For should A B C U at T, He'll surely sting your I. Now in a grave L deep in Q, She's cold as cold can B, Whilst robins sing upon A U Her dirge and LEG. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN A PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SISTER'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER THE FLOWER-GATHERERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |