IF you see this song, my dear, And last year's toast, I'm confoundedly in fear You'll be serious and severe About the boast. Blame not that I sought such aid To cure regret. I was then so lowly laid I used all the Gasconnade That I could get. Being snubbed is somewhat smart, Believe, my sweet; And I needed all my art To restore my broken heart To its conceit. Come and smile, dear, and forget I boasted so, I apologise -- regret -- It was all a jest; -- and -- yet I do not know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LESSER EPISTLES: TO BERNARD LINTOTT by JOHN GAY HAILSTORM IN MAY by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CUMBERLAND by HERMAN MELVILLE SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON ON A BOY'S FIRST READING OF THE PLAY OF 'KING HENRY THE FIFTH' by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL SONG by ARTHUR WILLIAM EDGAR O'SHAUGHNESSY THE DIRGE [FOR FIDELE], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |