I ASKED my fair one happy day, What I should call her in my lay; By what sweet name from Rome or Greece; Lalage, Neaera, Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece. 'Ah!' replied my gentle fair, 'Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever sults the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only, only call me Thine.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRIMROSE by ROBERT HERRICK LEGENDARY LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS THE SUNFISH LAKE ROAD by BEATRICE MARY BILLING THE BIRD-BOY by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |