COME, listen to my story, while Your needle's task you ply; At what I sing some maids will smile , While some, perhaps, may sigh. Though Love's the theme, and Wisdom blames Such florid songs as ours, Yet Truth sometimes, like eastern dames, Can speak her thoughts by flowers. Then listen , maids, come listen , while Your needle's task you ply; At what I sing there's some may smile, While some, perhaps, will sigh. Young Cloe, bent on catching Loves, Such nets had learned to frame, That none, in all our vales and groves, E'er caught so much small game: But gentle Sue, less given to roam, While Cloe's nets were taking Such lots of Loves, sat still at home, One little Love- cage making. Come, listen, maids, etc. Much Cloe laughed at Susan's task; But mark how things went on: These light-caught Loves, ere you could ask Their name and age, were gone! So weak poor Cloe's nets were wove, That, tho' she charm'd into them New game each hour, the youngest Love Was able to break thro' them. Come, listen, maids, etc. Meanwhile, young Sue, whose cage was wrought Of bars too strong to sever, One Love with golden pinions caught, And caged him there for ever; Instructing, thereby, all coquettes, Whate'er their looks or ages, That, tho' ' t is pleasant weaving Nets, 'Tis wiser to make Cages. Thus, maidens, thus do I beguile The task your fingers ply. May all who hear like Susan smile, And not, like Cloe, sigh! *POET'S NOTE: Title suggested by the following remark of Swift's: "The reason why so few marriages are happy, is , because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE WHEN LET BY RAIN by EDWARD TAYLOR THE WOOD THRUSH by SUSAN SHARP ADAMS THE SWORD by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY |