THYRSIS and Milla, arm in arm together, In merry may-time to the green garden walked, Where all the way they wanton riddles talked; The youthful boy, kissing her cheeks so rosy, Beseech'd her there to gather him a posy. She straight her light green silken coats uptucked, And may for Mill and thyme for Thyrsis plucked; Which when she brought, he clasped her by the middle And kiss'd her sweet, but could not read her riddle. "Ah, fool!" with that the nymph set up a laughter, And blush'd, and ran away, and he ran after. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 33 by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAVIS MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL LETTER TO MAXINE SULLIVAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |