WITHOUT any aim, forth I sallied, And roam'd by the pond o'er the lee; The charming flowers look'd pallid, And spectre-like gazed upon mo. Upon me they gazed, and to chatter And tell my dull tale I began; They ask'd me, what was the matter With me, poor sad-looking man. The truth, I valiantly said it, No love in the world can I find; And as I have lost all my credit, With want of cash 'tis combin'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE MARY BELL by WILLIAM BLAKE A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING AN ELEGY UPON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by THOMAS CAREW THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A TOWN WINDOW by JOHN DRINKWATER MERLIN AND THE GLEAM by ALFRED TENNYSON |