POOR sad Strephon's been jilted by Phyllis, the jade; While Daphne for Mopsus her love has professed. Here the woodlands resound for the plaints of the blade, While the fields of the maiden in joy are arrayed. Till the wight all forlorn meets the maiden so blest: He, "I like liking better;" she, "I love loving best." With bold Mopsus our song is no further concerned; But sad Strephon his plight by his phrase has confessed (Though his life is a husk since by Phyll he was spurned), While the right of dear Daphne her sweet lips have learned: For, note ye the speech of the sad and the blest: When he @3likes@1 liking @3better,@1 she @3loves@1 loving @3best!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUALITY OF COURAGE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |