LYDIA, by the gods above, Tell me why you aim your love At a lad whose life was centred In the tournaments he entered. Now he never rides a horse; Never goes around the course, Never swims the Tiber River At athletics he's a flivver. Once the discus he would throw; Quoits he played; and, long ago, Cobb was not a better batter. ... Tell me, Lydia, what's the matter? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OBERMANN ONCE MORE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: A NIGHT-SCENE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MOUNT RUSHMORE by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |