Sure Chloe just, and Chloe fair, Deserves to be your only care; But, when she and you to-day Far into the wood did stray, And I happened to pass by; Which way did you cast your eye? But, when your cares to her you sing, You dare not tell her whence they spring; Does it not more afflict your heart, That in those cares she bears a part? When you the flowers for Chloe twine, Why do you to her garland join The meanest bud that falls from mine? Simplest of swains! the world may see, Whom Chloe loves, and who loves me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY GRANDMOTHER; SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE BY MR. ROMNEY by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE QUATRAIN: THE IRON AGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES THE SURPRISE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD TWO POINTS OF VIEW: 1 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |