GO away from me -- do! I am tired of you! -- That I loved you last May isn't this season, too; And, you know, every spring there's a new bird to sing In the nest of the old, and a ghost on the wing! Now, don't you assert that I'm simply a flirt -- And it's babyish for you to say that I hurt, And my words are a dart, when they're only a part Of your own fickle nature committed to heart. It was all a mistake, and I don't want to make The silly thing over for your silly sake -- Though I really once may have been such a dunce As to fancy you loved me, some faraway months. So, go away -- do! I am tired clean through, And you can't make me even feel sorry for you -- For, with us, every spring there's a new bird to sing In the nest of the old, and a ghost on the wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES THE WHITE WOMEN by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 47. THE CARPENTER'S SON by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN FONTENOY, 1745: 2. AFTER THE BATTLE, EARLY DAWN, CLARE COAST by EMILY LAWLESS MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WAR AND WASHINGTON by JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |