I WHEN the glowworms trim their lanterns And the dusk is fair as day, When every Jill to her Jan turns With lips that pout and say,— Say charily, say warily, O men, you are not clever, Say airily, say fairily, To take our No for Never. II When the nightjar thrills the gloaming With his undulating lay, While lads and lasses roaming Turn in the wildwood way,— Say cheerily, say dearily, Love knows the woodland blisses, Say eerily, say wearily, Love tires at last of kisses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS NEBUCHADNEZZAR: OR EATING GRASS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |