MOSQUITO, fly away, and be My herald to Zenophile; And swiftly with a skimming kiss Close in her ear you'll whisper this: 'There's one who waits, awake; but you, Forgetful of your lover true, Slumber.' Up, you musical thing! Up and away! To wing! To wing! But whist! See you say it low, Lest you arouse her bedfellow As well, and in his breast excite A jealous pang, to my despite. And if you bring me back the girl, I'll give you a great club to twirl In your hand, and a lion-skin, Mosquito mine, to wrap you in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY PRAISE THE SUN by JOHN CROWE RANSOM TUOL SLENG: POL POT'S PRISON by KAREN SWENSON SONNET TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT ... MY INFANT TO ME by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IN TIME OF 'THE BREAKING OF NATIONS' by THOMAS HARDY EJACULATORY PRAYER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE by WILLIAM BASSE |