PRETTY player, from thy strings Little whispers take them wings— Take them wings and hie to me! In my hollow heart they dwell Swinging it as 'twere a bell Ding-a-ding inside o' me. Hand to play and heart to ring— Together might they make a spring On earth beyond imagining: But nay, and nay— For now my love's denied to me. Therefore, dear, lay down thy fiddle, Clip me once around the middle, Kiss, and say good-bye to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLPONE: TO CELIA by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS TO A POET THAT DIED YOUNG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONG by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY WALT WHITMAN'S CAUTION by WALT WHITMAN THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER AT A SEACOAST TAVERN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |