LAST Sunday at St. James's prayers, The prince and princess by, I, dressed in all my whale-bone airs, Sat in a closet nigh. I bowed my knees, I held my book, Read all the answers o'er; But was perverted by a look, Which pierced me from the door. High thoughts of Heaven I came to use, With the devoutest care; Which gay young Strephon made me lose, And all the raptures there. He stood to hand me to my chair, And bowed with courtly grace; But whispered love into my ear Too warm for that grave place, 'Love, love,' said he, 'by all adored, My tender heart has won.' But I grow peevish at the word, And bade he would be gone. He went quite out of sight, while I A kinder answer meant; Nor did I for my sins that day By half so much repent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST SEPARATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |