FRANK (on the Lawn). COME to the Terrace, May, -- the sun is low. MAY (in the House). Thanks, I prefer my Browning here instead. FRANK. There are two peaches by the strawberry bed. MAY. They will be riper if we let them grow. FRANK. Then the Park-aloe is in bloom, you know. MAY. Also, her Majesty Queen Anne is dead. FRANK. But surely, May, your pony must be fed. MAY. And was, and is. I fed him hours ago. 'Tis useless, Frank, you see I shall not stir. FRANK. Still, I had something you would like to hear. MAY. No doubt some new frivolity of men. FRANK. Nay, -- 'tis a thing the gentler sex deplores Chiefly, I think... MAY (coming to the window). What is this secret, then? FRANK (mysteriously). There are no eyes more beautiful than yours! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: TO FANNY by JOHN KEATS THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING CATAWBA WINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW VICTOR GALBRAITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS (1) by ANYTE |