I SWEETHEART, name the day for me When we two shall wedded be. Make it ere another moon, While the meadows are in tune, And the trees are blossoming, And the robins mate and sing. Whisper, love, and name a day In this merry month of May. No, no, no, You shall not escape me so! Love will not forever wait; Roses fade when gathered late. II Fie, for shame, Sir Malcontent! How can time be better spent Than in wooing? I would wed When the clover blossoms red, When the air is full of bliss, And the sunshine like a kiss. If you're good I'll grant a boon: You shall have me, sir, in June. Nay, nay, nay, Girls for once should have their way! If you love me, wait till June: Rosebuds wither, picked too soon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUND OF THE TREES by ROBERT FROST LULLABY OF A LOVER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): SALAMIS - MESSENGER by AESCHYLUS THE FLITCH OF BACON: MY OLD COMPLAINT (ITS CAUSE AND CURE) by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH |