LAST Sunday at St. James's prayers, The prince and princess by, I, dressed in all my whale-bone airs, Sat in a closet nigh. I bowed my knees, I held my book, Read all the answers o'er; But was perverted by a look, Which pierced me from the door. High thoughts of Heaven I came to use, With the devoutest care; Which gay young Strephon made me lose, And all the raptures there. He stood to hand me to my chair, And bowed with courtly grace; But whispered love into my ear Too warm for that grave place, 'Love, love,' said he, 'by all adored, My tender heart has won.' But I grow peevish at the word, And bade he would be gone. He went quite out of sight, while I A kinder answer meant; Nor did I for my sins that day By half so much repent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS by FRANCIS HOPKINSON ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH SONG OF SLAVES IN THE DESERT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE CASE OF ALBERT IRVING WILLIAMSON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |