I. JULIA once and once again, In coquettish fashion, Heedless of her lover's pain, Mocked his burning passion; "Words of worship lightly fall From a courtier, surely; Mere lip-service, -- that is all!" Said the maid, demurely. II. Then his kisses fell like dew (Just where Love would choose 'em) On her mouth; and through and through Thrilled her glowing bosom; Till she felt -- nor uttered she Whisper of negation -- "Mere lip-service" still may be Perfect adoration! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLACE OF PEACE by EDWIN MARKHAM TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY THE BELFRY PIGEON by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |