Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CONJUGAL CONJUGATIONS, by AMERICUS WELLINGTON BELLAW First Line: Dear maid, let me speak Last Line: And our fortunes and lives let us link, as no lives could be lunk. Subject(s): Courtship | ||||||||
DEAR maid, let me speak What I never yet spoke: You have made my heart squeak As it never yet squoke, And for sight of you, both my eyes ache as they ne'er before oak. With your voice my ears ring, And a sweeter ne'er rung, Like a bird's on the wing When at morn it has wung. And gladness to me it doth bring, such as never voice brung. My feelings I'd write, But they cannot be wrote, And who can indite What was never indote! And my love I hasten to plight -- the first that I plote. Yes, you would I choose, Whom I long ago chose, And my fond spirit sues As it never yet sose, And ever on you do I muse, as never man mose. The house where you bide Is a blessed abode; Sure, my hopes I can't hide, For they will not be hode, And no person living has sighed, as, darling, I've sode. Your glances they shine As no others have shone, And all else I'd resign That a man could resone, And surely no other could pine as I lately have pone. And don't you forget You will ne'er be forgot, You never should fret As at times you have frot, I would chase all the cares that beset, if they ever besot. For you I would weave Songs that never were wove, And deeds I'd achieve Which no man yet achove, And for me you never should grieve, as for you I have grove. I'm as worthy a catch As ever was caught. O, your answer I watch As a man never waught, And we'd make the most elegant match as ever was maught. Let my longings not sink; I would die if they sunk. O, I ask you to think As you never have thunk, And our fortunes and lives let us link, as no lives could be lunk. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AS YOU WALK OUT ONE MORNING by GLYN MAXWELL TALE OF THE MAYOR'S SON by GLYN MAXWELL THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS THE FORTUNATE SPILL by MARILYN NELSON REQUEST TO LEDA by DYLAN THOMAS THE OLD LINE FENCE by AMERICUS WELLINGTON BELLAW |
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