THAT hobnailed goblin, the bob-tailed Hob, Said, "It is time I began to rob." For strawberries bob, hob-nob with the pearls Of cream (like the curls of the dairy girls), And flushed with the heat and fruitish-ripe Are the gowns of the maids who dance to the pipe. Chase a maid? She's afraid! "Go gather a bob-cherry kiss from a tree, But don't, I prithee, come bothering me!" She said -- As she fled. The snouted satyrs drink clouted cream 'Neath the chestnut-trees as thick as a dream; So I went, And leant, Where none but the doltish coltish wind Nuzzled my hand for what it could find. As it neighed, I said, "Don't touch me, sir, don't touch me, I say, You'll tumble my strawberries into the hay." Those snow-mounds of silver that bee, the spring, Has sucked his sweetness from, I will bring With fair-haired plants and with apples chill For the great god Pan's high altar . . . I'll spill Not one! So, in fun, We rolled on the grass and began to run Chasing that gaudy satyr the Sun; Over the haycocks, away we ran Crying, "Here be berries as sunburnt as Pan!" But Silenus Has seen us. . . . He runs like the rough satyr Sun. Come away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW PERSPECTIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |