SO, you gon' sail for Italy? Ah, fine! -- W'at can you do for me? Oh, notheeng, please; I don'ta care -- I weesh you joy while you are dere, An' I'll be glad for see you w'en Da sheep ees breeng you home agen -- Eh? No! Oh, please don't sand to me No peecture-card from Napoli! Oh, yes, wan time da letter-man Breeng soocha card to deesa stan'; Eet was from gentleman like you Dat wanted to be kinda, too. Eet showed da town, da bay -- but, oh, I deed not need; so wal I know! Ah! no, please don'ta sand to me No peecture-card from Napoli. Oh, wal, Signor, you are so kind, So good to me, I would no mind Eef you would send me wan from Rome. Eh? Rome? No, dat ees not my home. Deed I not joost esplain to you I weell no care w'at else you do So long you don'ta sand to me No peecture-card from Napoli? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |