A BAGATELLE! Ah, Mistress Prue, So gaily laughing all life through, You call it that, the flower you fling Lightly aside, the song you sing, The fan, the glove no longer new. But to your careless eyes of blue A bow, a heart that's fond and true, Is, like your glove, that worthless thing— A bagatelle. While I who prize your glove, your shoe, The rose that o'er your lips you drew, Hold worthless spring's fresh blossoming, Hold worthless life's whole offering, Because my love is but to you A bagatelle. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 1 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL CHRISTMAS AT SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE MORAL FABLES: THE SHEEP AND THE DOG by AESOP UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) THE GOLDEN AGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE QUEEN IN FRANCE; AN ANCIENT SCOTTISH BALLAD by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE ARGO'S CHANTY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CLIFF DWELLER LYRICS: A LITTLE NAP IN THE MORNING by BERTON BRALEY |