AH, were I but the footstool e'en On which my loved one's foot doth rest, I ne'er to grumble should be seen, However hard I might be press'd. (@3The heart speaks@1.) Ah, were I but the cushion soft Wherein her pins she's wont to stick, And 'twere her will to prick me oft, I should rejoice at every prick. (@3The song speaks@1.) Ah, were I but the paper dear Wherewith she's wont her hair to curl, I'd gently whisper in her ear The thoughts that in me live and whirl | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE THE LAST CHANTEY by RUDYARD KIPLING TO HELEN (1) by EDGAR ALLAN POE LAODAMIA by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS CONTENT; WRITTEN OFF ITHACA by ALFRED AUSTIN ISLE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY ON THE FUNERAL OF CHARLES I; AT NIGHT, IN ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL, WINDSOR by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |