MOSQUITO, fly away, and be My herald to Zenophile; And swiftly with a skimming kiss Close in her ear you'll whisper this: 'There's one who waits, awake; but you, Forgetful of your lover true, Slumber.' Up, you musical thing! Up and away! To wing! To wing! But whist! See you say it low, Lest you arouse her bedfellow As well, and in his breast excite A jealous pang, to my despite. And if you bring me back the girl, I'll give you a great club to twirl In your hand, and a lion-skin, Mosquito mine, to wrap you in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMIN' THRO' THE RYE by ROBERT BURNS FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION TO THE LADIES by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY WAITING FOR THE GRAPES by WILLIAM MAGINN WREATHE THE BOWL by THOMAS MOORE |