LOVE, before she granted favours, One day told the god Apollo She on guarantees insisted, For the times were false and hollow. Laughingly the god made answer: "Yes, the times are alter'd truly, "And thou speakest like a usurer "Who on pawn lends money duly. "Well, then, I've a lyre, one only, -- "'Tis of gold, a good and rare one; "Prythee say how many kisses "Thou wilt lend upon it, fair one?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH OF THE DAY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HYMN TO SANTA RITA; THE PATRON SAINT OF THE IMPOSSIBLE by ALVEY AUGUSTUS ADEE WINTER WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING CARPE DIEM by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF MOURNING WOMEN by MATHILDE BLIND ROGER'S SONG, FR. MIDSUMMER EVE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |