All fish and fowl, all fruit, and all you drink, Lie at the bottom of my purse, and I Demand at will two kisses for my one; This is my certain charge -- I swear it by Our honest cows, that turn those meadows white With mushrooms, where they passed a summer's night. Whether it is the seal or silver fox, The sable, silk, or plain white calico -- Two kisses for my one I charge at will, Since by my power these changes come and go: I swear by sheep, that let the brambles pull, In payment for their leaves, some soft white wool. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TRUE UNTIL DEATH by ROBERT BURNS OVERLOOKING THE RIVER STOUR by THOMAS HARDY ESCAPE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |