AYE, here stands the Poplar, so tall and so stately, On whose tender rind--'twas a little one then-- We carved her initials; though not very lately-- We think in the year eighteen hundred and ten. Yes, here is the G which proclaimed Georgiana; Our heart's empress then; see, 'tis grown all askew; And it's not without grief we perforce entertain a Conviction, it now looks much more like a Q. This should be the great D too, that once stood for Dobbin, Her loved patronymic--ah! can it be so? Its once fair proportions, time, too, has been robbing; A D?--we'll be Derd if it isn't an O! Alas! how the soul sentimental it vexes, That thus on our labours stern Chronos should frown, Should change our soft liquids to izzards and Xes, And turn true-love's alphabet all upside down! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET IT BE YOU by SARA TEASDALE THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM BLAKE CUPID AND CAMPASPE, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY THE VAGABONDS by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE ANCESTRESS by MARGUERITE JANVRIN ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 5. AGAINST SUSPICION by MARK AKENSIDE I SHALL HAVE PEACE AGAIN (WRITTEN AFTER READING 'RIDERS TO THE SEA' by FLORA LOUISE BAILEY |