WITHOUT any aim, forth I sallied, And roam'd by the pond o'er the lee; The charming flowers look'd pallid, And spectre-like gazed upon mo. Upon me they gazed, and to chatter And tell my dull tale I began; They ask'd me, what was the matter With me, poor sad-looking man. The truth, I valiantly said it, No love in the world can I find; And as I have lost all my credit, With want of cash 'tis combin'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CREATION by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN BLACK SAMSON OF BRANDYWINE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE ROSE'S MESSAGE by MARY WINCHESTER ABBOTT MY SHIP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON |