FORTY Viziers saw I go Up to the Seraglio, Burning, each and every man, For the fair Circassian. Ere the morn had disappear'd, Every Vizier wore a beard; Ere the afternoon was born, Every Vizier came back shorn. "Let the man that woos to win Woo with an unhairy chin;" Thus she said, and as she bid Each devoted Vizier did. From the beards a cord she made, Loop'd it to the balustrade, Glided down and went away To her own Circassia. When the Sultan heard, wax'd he Somewhat wroth, and presently In the noose themselves did lend Every Vizier did suspend. Sages all, this rhyme who read, Guard your beards with prudent heed, And beware the wily plans Of the fair Circassians. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER ON SENESIS' MUMMY by LEONIE ADAMS S. BARNABIE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE TRUE LOVE-KNOTT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SONNET (3) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE GODS OF THE EARTH BENEATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BURIAL AT SEA by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN |