WHILE Laura's arm, with tender feeling, Embraced me on the couch, the fox Her worthy husband from my box My banknotes quietly was stealing. My pockets now have got no cash in! Was Laura's kiss a simple lie? Ah! what is truth? In days gone by Thus Pilate ask'd, his hands while washing. This evil world, decay'd and rotten, I soon shall ne'er again behold; I see that he who has no gold Will very soon be quite forgotten. For you, pure souls, whose habitation In yonder realms of light I see, My bosom yearns. No wants have ye, So stealing is not your vocation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPIRITUAL ISOLATION: A FRAGMENT by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO AN AEOLIAN HARP by SARA TEASDALE MARRIAGE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 1. AT TEA by THOMAS HARDY ODE FOR A SOCIAL MEETING, WITH SLIGHT ALTERATIONS BY A TEETOTALER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE MARYLAND BATTALION [AUGUST 27, 1776] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER |