MAIDENS, O you pretty things, Company of loving ones, Maidens, go ye frolicking, Darlings in your revelry! Strike ye up your roundelay, Roundelay and ritual; See ye lure the lad to us Where we circle round about When we lure the lad to us, When we see him distantly, Darlings, let us scatter then And with cherries pelt at him, Cherries and with raspberries, And with currants, ruddy ones! Never come to listen at Roundelays of ritual, Never come to spy upon This our maiden merriment! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL DRIFTING by THOMAS BUCHANAN READ THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 2 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE PURSUIT by HENRY BELLAMANN EPIGRAM ON ONE BORN BLIND, AND SO DEAD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |