My sweet the Fates befriend her! - Thus every night I pray), What present shall I send her For Merry Christmas Day? My brain has slipped its sprocket, My thoughts are all a-spin, Oh, shall it be a locket, A bracelet or a pin? The more I muse the more I Am addled like an egg; Dan Cupid I implore, I Beseech, entreat and beg; And, lo, the while I linger I seem to hear -- "Be bold! Select for her third finger A little band of gold!" Shall I this year remember The dear lad of my heart, And fan what seems an ember Of love, with tender art? Some kerchiefs? -- I've been trying His monogram to do! A scarf? -- there's no denying I like him best in blue! Cigars! I know the brand he Is partial to, I think; Some cuff-links might prove handy! -- Is there a hint in "link"? A much be-ribboned basket; A purse to keep his pelf; -- Ah, me! if he'd but ask it I'd gladly give -- myself! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE TWILIGHT by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE HIGHWAYMAN by ALFRED NOYES THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 40. AL-MUKIT by EDWIN ARNOLD FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON EPISTLE FROM ESOPUS TO MARIA by ROBERT BURNS |