THE earth had long been avaricious, But May, when she came, gave with great prodigality, And all things now smile with rapture delicious, But I for laughter have no partiality. The blue bells are ringing, their beauty displaying, The birds, as in fables, talk sentimentality; I take no pleasure in all they are saying, And I am quite wretched in sober reality. All men I detest, and now cannot meet one, Not even my friend, with the least cordiality, And this all because my amiable sweet one They "madam" entitle, with chilling formality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY IDYLLS OF THE KING: LANCELOT AND ELAINE by ALFRED TENNYSON IL PLEUT DOUCEMENT SUR LA VILLE by PAUL VERLAINE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |