Lover. Echo! mysterious nymph, declare Of what you're made, and what you are. Echo. Air! Lover. Mid airy cliffs and places high, Sweet Echo! listening love, you lie. Echo. You lie! Lover. Thou dost resuscitate dead sounds, -- Hark! how my voice revives, resounds! Echo. Zounds! Lover. I'll question thee before I go, -- Come, answer me more apropos! Echo. Poh! poh! Lover. Tell me, fair nymph, if e'er you saw So sweet a girl as Phoebe Shaw. Echo. Pshaw! Lover. Say, what will turn that frisking coney Into the toils of matrimony? Echo. Money! Lover. Has Phoebe not a heavenly brow? Is not her bosom white as snow? Echo. Ass! No!. Lover. Her eyes was ever such a pair? Are the stars brighter than they are? Echo. They are! Lover. Echo, thou liest, but can't deceive me. Echo. Leave me! Lover. But come, thou saucy, pert romancer, Who is as fair as Phoebe? Answer! Echo. Ann, sir. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EGOISME A DEUX' by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON SONNET: AUTUMN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER VERSES WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF TIGHE'S 'PSYCHE' by BERNARD BARTON CHRISTMAS AFTER WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES AN AUTUMN SONNET by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 46. FAREWELL TO JULIET (8) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |