YOUTH (@3sentimentally@1): OH, Echo, tell me, nymph divine (For secrets all are thine), Oh, tell me who shall be my flame, And what shall be her name? Has she money? Has she youth? Mind your duty; Tell the truth! ECHO (@3calmly@1): @3Ruth@1 YOUTH (@3joyfully@1): Oh, what a lovely name is Ruth! And who could find, forsooth, A name more fit with mine to rank, -- With mine, for it is Frank? Has she 'nother? Don't postpone! Now, don't bother, -- Like @3my own?@1 ECHO (@3spitefully@1): @3Mahone@1. YOUTH (@3aghast@1): What! Ruth Mahone? You know, by gad, Can't have a name like that. Too vulgar that! If't is my fate, And I'm to be her mate, What's to sweeten Matrimony, Or the wedding Cere@3mony?@1 ECHO (@3promptly@1): @3Money@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LEADEN-EYED by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY LAMENT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE TROOPS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE INDIAN SERENADE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD FRIENDSHIP; A SONNET by ALFRED TENNYSON APRIL - AND DYING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH HELLENS RAPE; OR A LIGHT LANTHORNE FOR LIGHT LADIES by RICHARD BARNFIELD |