ALAS! the flames of an unhappy lover About my heart and on my vitals prey; I've caught a fever that I can't get over, Over the way! Oh! why are eyes of hazel? noses Grecian! I've lost my rest by night, my peace by day, For want of some brown Holland or Venetian, Over the way! I've gazed too often, till my heart's as lost As any needle in a stack of hay: Crosses belong to love, and mine is crossed Over the way! I cannot read or write, or thoughts relax -- Of what avail Lord Althorp or Earl Grey? They cannot ease me of @3my@1 window-tax Over the way! Even on Sunday my devotions vary, And from St. Bennet Fink they go astray To dear St. Mary Overy -- the Mary Over the way! Oh! if my godmother were but a fairy, With magic wand, how I would beg and pray That she would change me into that canary Over the way! I envy every thing that's near Miss Lindo, A pug, a poll, a squirrel or a jay -- Blest blue-bottles! that buz about the window Over the way! Even at even, for there be no shutters, I see her reading on, from grave to gay, Some tale or poem, till the candle gutters Over the way! And then -- oh! then -- while the clear waxen taper Emits, two stories high, a starlike ray, I see twelve auburn curls put into paper Over the way! But how breathe unto her my deep regards, Or ask her for a whispered ay or nay, -- Or offer her my hand, some thirty yards Over the way! Cold as the pole she is to my adoring; -- Like Captain Lyon, at Repulse's Bay, I meet an icy end to my exploring Over the way! Each dirty little Savoyard that dances She looks on -- Punch -- or chimney-sweeps in May; Zounds! wherefore cannot I attract her glances Over the way! Half out she leans to watch a tumbling brat, Or yelping cur, run over by a dray; But I'm in love -- she never pities that! Over the way! I go to the same church -- a love-lost labour! Haunt all her walks, and dodge her at the play, She does not seem to know she has a neighbour Over the way! At private theatres she never acts; No Crown-and-Anchor balls her fancy sway; She never visits gentlemen with tracts Over the way! To billets-doux by post she shows no favour -- In short, there is no plot that I can lay To break my window-pains to my enslaver Over the way! I play the flute -- she heeds not my chromatics -- No friend an introduction can purvey, I wish a fire would break out in the attics Over the way! My wasted form ought of itself to touch her; My baker feels my appetite's decay; And as for butchers' meat -- Oh! she's my butcher Over the way! At beef I turn; at lamb or veal I pout; I never ring now to bring up the tray; My stomach grumbles at my dining out Over the way! I'm weary of my life; without regret I could resign this miserable clay To lie within that box of mignonette Over the way! I've fitted bullets to my pistol-bore; I've vowed at times to rush where trumpets bray, Quite sick of number one -- and number four Over the way! Sometimes my fancy builds up castles airy, Sometimes it only paints a ferme ornee, A horse -- a cow -- six fowls -- a pig -- and Mary, Over the way! Sometimes I dream of her in bridal white, Standing before the altar, like a fay; Sometimes of balls, and neighbourly invite Over the way! I've coo'd with her in dreams, like any turtle, I've snatch'd her from the Clyde, the Tweed, and Tay, Thrice I have made a grove of that one myrtle Over the way! Thrice I have rowed her in a fairy shallop, Thrice raced to Gretna in a neat "po-shay," And shower'd crowns to make the horses galop Over the way! And thrice I've started up from dreams appalling Of killing rivals in a bloody fray -- There is a young man very fond of calling Over the way! Oh! happy man -- above all kings in glory, Whoever in her ear may say his say, And add a tale of love to that one story Over the way! Nabob of Arco -- Despot of Japan -- Sultan of Persia -- Emperor of Cathay -- Much rather would I be the happy man Over the way! With such a lot my heart would be in clover -- But what -- O horror! -- what do I survey! Postilions and white favours! -- all is over Over the way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE VIGIL OF JOSEPH by ELSA BARKER THE WILD GEESE by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY THE ROMANCE OF THE LILY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IN THE NIGHT by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LABORATORY; ANCIEN REGIME by ROBERT BROWNING A MOTHER'S LAMENT [FOR THE DEATH OF HER SON] by ROBERT BURNS |