O "WILLIAM," in thy blithe companionship What liberty is mine -- what sweet release From clamorous strife, and yet what boisterous peace! Ho! ho! it is thy fancy's finger-tip That dints the dimple now, and kinks the lip That scarce may sing, in all this glad increase Of merriment! So, pray-thee, do not cease To cheer me thus; -- for, underneath the quip Of thy droll sorcery, the wrangling fret Of all distress is stilled -- no syllable Of sorrow vexeth me -- no tear-drops wet My teeming lids save those that leap to tell Thee thou'st a guest that overweepeth, yet Only because thou jokest overwell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NORTH WIND TO DUTIFUL BEAST MIDWAY BETWEEN DIAL & FOOT OF GARDEN CLOCK by MARIANNE MOORE LANDSCAPES (FOR CLEMENT R. WOOD) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 32 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PHANTOM SHIP by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LOTOS-EATERS by ALFRED TENNYSON SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PROLOGUE TO DRAMA ..... ANNIVERSARY OF CARRS' MARRIAGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE |