Stay, goddess! stay a little space, Our poor country love to grace, Since we dare not too long stay you, Accept at our hands, we pray you, These mean presents, to express Greater love than we profess, Or can we utter now for woe Of your parting hastened so. Gifts these are, such as were wrought By their hands that them have brought, Home-bred things, which they presumed, After I had them perfumed With my flowery incantation, To give you in presentation At your parting. Come, feat lassies, With fine curtsies, and smooth faces, Offer up your simple toys To the mistress of our joys; While we the sad time prolong With a mournful parting song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN A FRAGMENT FROM THE AGAMEMNON OF AESCHYLOS by AESCHYLUS SONNET: THE LORELEI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HIS ALLY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THREE WOMEN: FIAMMETTA by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR AN INVALID'S PLEA by ALICE CARY LOVE POEM OF THE ROMAN DAYS: 7. ISABELLA'S TREE by CYRUS CURTIS CASSELLS |