WHILE Laura's arm, with tender feeling, Embraced me on the couch, the fox Her worthy husband from my box My banknotes quietly was stealing. My pockets now have got no cash in! Was Laura's kiss a simple lie? Ah! what is truth? In days gone by Thus Pilate ask'd, his hands while washing. This evil world, decay'd and rotten, I soon shall ne'er again behold; I see that he who has no gold Will very soon be quite forgotten. For you, pure souls, whose habitation In yonder realms of light I see, My bosom yearns. No wants have ye, So stealing is not your vocation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MADLY SINGING IN THE MOUNTAINS by PO CHU-YI IMMORTALITY by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH OF BEAUTY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE FROGS: HYMN OF THE INITIATES by ARISTOPHANES ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |