MY tiny lady, can it Be true that you and I, On something called a planet, Are somewhere in the sky? Yes -- and at such a tearing And madcap speed we've spun, That you, with dreadful daring, Have thrice been round the sun. Nay, it yet more amazes, That my far-venturing girl Can be as fresh as daisies After so wild a whirl! And now 'neath western billow The sun is put to bed, And you, too, on your pillow Must lay a golden head. Ah, tears -- they come so quickly, For grief so quickly gone! Yet joys have rained as thickly, For you to dream upon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE BLACK RIDERS: 22 by STEPHEN CRANE COUNT THAT DAY LOST by MARY ANN EVANS THE PIAZZA OF ST. MARK AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BATTLE AT THE RIVER RAISIN; JANUARY 22, 1813 by LEVI BISHOP THE DEATH-MASK OF JOHN CLARE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |