Ho, bring her hither, happy boy, For in her presence is my joy, But (and does love need further proof?) I grieve when she remains aloof. I speak upon the wine: when she Departs, the bowl weeps bitterly, But when the glass beholds her near It broadly smiles for the good cheer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE THE WALLABOUT MARTYRS by WALT WHITMAN UNSEASONABLE SNOWS by ALFRED AUSTIN STANZAS OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF H-- A-- by BERNARD BARTON CLOUDS by EDUARD VON BAUERNFELD |