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...SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) FESTE'S SONG (1), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON THE MARRIAGE OF A BEAUTEOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN WITH AN ANCIENT MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |