I ASKED my fair one happy day, What I should call her in my lay; By what sweet name from Rome or Greece; Lalage, Neaera, Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece. 'Ah!' replied my gentle fair, 'Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever sults the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only, only call me Thine.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROGRESSIVE HEALTH by CARL DENNIS SONNET: 2. FEBRUARY AFTERNOON by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS ON SEEING BLENHEIM CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MAN'S GUARD AGAINST DEATH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES HATED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |