MARJORIE laughs and climbs on my knee, And I kiss her and she kisses me, I kiss her, but I don't much care, Because, although she is charming and fair, Marjorie's only three. But there will come a time, I ween, When, if I tell her of this little scene, She will smile and prettily blush, and then I shall long in vain to kiss her again, When Marjorie's seventeen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL ON THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST by WILLIAM DUNBAR IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON TO BE CARVED ON A STONE AT THOOR BALLYLEE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE REQUEST. TO LOVE by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 30. EXALTABO TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |