WE love thee, Ann Maria Smith, And in thy condescension We see a future full of joys Too numerous to mention. There's Cupid's arrow in thy glance, That by thy love's coercion Has reached our melting heart of hearts, And asked for one insertion. With joy we feel the blissful smart; And ere our passion ranges, We freely place thy love upon The list of our exchanges. There's music in thy lowest tone, And silver in thy laughter: And truth -- but we will give the full Particulars hereafter. Oh, we could tell thee of our plans All obstacles to scatter; But we are full just now, and have A press of other matter. Then let us marry, Queen of Smiths, Without more hesitation: The very thought doth give our blood A larger circulation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG THE LOST SHEEP by ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE THE SAD SONG, FR. THE CAPTAIN by JOHN FLETCHER NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by ROBERT FROST ECHOES: 9 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY SONNET: 20 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |