YE little loves that round her wait, To bring me tidings of my fate, As Celia on her pillow lies, Ah! gently whisper, "Strephon dies." If this will not her pity move, And the proud fair disdains to love, Smile and say, "'Tis all a lie, And haughty Strephon scorns to die!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEGIRA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |