PAN-imbued Tempe wood, Pretty player's sporting-place; Tempe wood's Solitude's Everywhere a courting-place. Kiss me, sweet Gipsy fleet, Though a kissed maid hath her red; Kisses grow -- Trust me so -- Faster than they're gathered! I will flute a tune On the pipes of ivory; All long noon Piping of a melody; A merry, merry, merry, merry, Merry, merry melody. Dance, ho! foot it so! Feat fleets the melody! Let the wise Say, youth dies; -- 'Tis for pleasure's mending, Sweet! Kisses are Costlier far, That they have an ending, Sweet! Half a kiss's Dainty bliss is From the day of kiss-no-more; When we shall, Roseal Lass, do this and this no more! And we pipe a tune On the pipes of ivory; All long noon Fluting of a melody: -- A merry, merry, merry, merry, Merry, merry melody. Dance, ho! trip it so! Feat fleets the melody! My love must Be to trust, While you safely fold me close: Yours will smile A kissing-while, For the hours I hold you close. Maiden gold! Clipping bold Here the truest mintage is: Lips will bear But, I swear, In the press their vintages! I will flute a tune On the pipes of ivory; All long noon Piping of a melody: -- A merry, merry, merry, merry, Merry, merry melody. Dance, ho! foot it so! Feat fleets the melody! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 9. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY by JOHN MILTON THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM THE ONE LOST by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IN FREIBURG STATION by RUPERT BROOKE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE VAMPYRE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |