@3First Suitor@1 DEAR, I will give thee lands and gold In many a sunny shire, And jewels, although the brightest pale Before thine eyes' soft fire. Satin or velvet thou shalt scroll To deck thy hair's gold strands, Or in fine equipage shalt roll, Nor soil thy lily hands. @3Second Suitor@1 I have no lands, my lady sweet, Nor jewels bright and rare; A humble cot is all my home, But sweet content sits there. No title I, but that of man, No rede but manly part; But at thy feet I lay my all, A loving, faithful heart. @3The Maid@1 The maiden sighed, I like not pride, Nor can I live on air; Tho' jewels are nice, true hearts of price, 'Tis pity they're so rare. I thank you for your offers kind, She said, but by my troth I'll wait until a man I find With just enough of both. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH ON MUSIC by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY KARMA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER |