NOT long ago I fell in love, But unreturned is my affection -- The girl that I'm enamored of Pays little heed in my direction. I thought I knew her fairly well: In fact, I'd had my arm around her; And so it's hard to have to tell How unresponsive I have found her. For, though she is not frankly rude, Her manners quite the wrong way rub me: It seems to me ingratitude To let me love her -- and then snub me! Though I'm considerate and fond, She shows no gladness when she spies me -- She gazes off somewhere beyond And doesn't even recognize me. Her eyes, so candid, calm and blue, Seem asking if I can support her In the style appropriate to A lady like her father's daughter. Well, if I can't then no one can -- And let me add that I intend to: She'll never know another man So fit for her to be a friend to. Not love me, eh? She better had! By Jove, I'll make her love me one day; For, don't you see, I am her Dad, And she'll be three weeks old on Sunday! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS TWO TREES IN KATHMANDU by KAREN SWENSON THE OLD ENEMY by SARA TEASDALE TO MY MOTHER SLEEPING by MARY RUSSELL MITFORD ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS S. JOHN BAPTIST by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE DOOMED OAK; IN IMITATION OF ANATOLE FRANCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |