GO away from me -- do! I am tired of you! -- That I loved you last May isn't this season, too; And, you know, every spring there's a new bird to sing In the nest of the old, and a ghost on the wing! Now, don't you assert that I'm simply a flirt -- And it's babyish for you to say that I hurt, And my words are a dart, when they're only a part Of your own fickle nature committed to heart. It was all a mistake, and I don't want to make The silly thing over for your silly sake -- Though I really once may have been such a dunce As to fancy you loved me, some faraway months. So, go away -- do! I am tired clean through, And you can't make me even feel sorry for you -- For, with us, every spring there's a new bird to sing In the nest of the old, and a ghost on the wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS INTROSPECTIVE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE MOURNER A LA MODE by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |