'Oh, yes! he is in Parliament; He's been returning thanks; You can't conceive the time he's spent Already on his franks. He'll think of nothing, night and day, But place, and the gazette': No matter what the people say, -- You won't believe them yet. 'He filled an album, long ago, With such delicious rhymes; Now we shall only see, you know, His speeches in the "Times"; And liquid tone and beaming brow, Bright eyes and locks of jet, He'll care for no such nonsense now': -- Oh! don't believe them yet! 'I vow he's turned a Goth, a Hun, By that disgusting Bill; He'll never make another pun; He's danced his last quadrille. We shall not see him flirt again With any fair coquette; He'll never laugh at Drury Lane.' -- Psha! -- don't believe them yet. 'Last week I heard his uncle boast He's sure to have the seals; I read it in the "Morning Post" That he has dined at Peel's; You'll never see him any more, He's in a different set; He cannot eat at half-past four': -- No? -- don't believe them yet. 'In short, he'll soon be false and cold, And infinitely wise; He'll grow next year extremely old, He'll tell enormous lies; He'll learn to flatter and forsake, To feign and to forget': -- Oh, whisper -- or my heart will break -- You won't believe them yet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL SIXTEEN MONTHS by CARL SANDBURG THE WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION THE DONG WITH A LUMINOUS NOSE by EDWARD LEAR CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES' by ISOBEL (ISABEL) PAGAN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 97. A SUPERSCRIPTION by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |