MY Phyllis, O my Phyllis, Oh, have you seen her, say? A little maiden still at school, I meet her ev'ry day. 'T is true I do not know her name, But then I love her all the same, -- One cannot love by any rule, My Phyllis, my sweet Phyllis. My Phyllis, O my Phyllis, With cunning glove of tan, With your sunshade brightest scarlet, With fascinating fan, The glances in your eye that lurk Go forth, ah me! to fatal work, -- You dainty, dangerous coquette, My Phyllis, lovely Phyllis. My Phyllis, O my Phyllis, I'd fain indeed be wise; I know your ev'ry wile, you see, And yet before those eyes I'm glad to stand a target, too, And only beg just this of you Whom I adore, -- that you'll love me, My Phyllis, darling Phyllis. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUIET WORK; SONNET by MATTHEW ARNOLD COUSIN NANCY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MIANTOWONA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 40. LOVE BOUGHT AND SOLD by PHILIP AYRES ON MISS HELEN FAUCIT'S JULIET by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE RIVER AND THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |