I CHANCED to walk, not long ago, Into the village down below; The people all were gaily drest, They told me 'twas a marriage feast. Within the dancing-room I found Some sixty couples whirling round; Each lass supported by her lad, And every face was blithe and glad. 'A happy day, indeed!' I cried; 'But tell me, which may be the bride?' The bumpkin answer'd with a stare -- 'Lord, sir! I neither know nor care! 'Three nights have we been dancing here, And tasting of her wedding cheer; I merely came for fun and drinking, About the bride I've not been thinking!' If every man would speak the truth, As freely as this honest youth, His case would not -- so ponder'd I -- Betoken singularity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY HOLY SONNET: SATIRE 3. ON RELIGION by JOHN DONNE SONNET: 9 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE DIRGE [FOR FIDELE], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TWENTY BLOCKS by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS LILIES: 29 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |