Clap, clap the double nightcap on! Gifford will read you his amours . . . Lazy as Scheld and cold as Don . . . Kneel, and thank Heaven they are not yours. Alas! 'tis very sad to hear, Your and your Muse's end draws near: I only wish, if this be true, To lie a little way from you. The grave is cold enough for me Without you and your poetry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS MY AIN COUNTREE by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM THE MILKMAID'S SONG by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL SNOWFLAKES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |