THYRSIS and Milla, arm in arm together, In merry may-time to the green garden walked, Where all the way they wanton riddles talked; The youthful boy, kissing her cheeks so rosy, Beseech'd her there to gather him a posy. She straight her light green silken coats uptucked, And may for Mill and thyme for Thyrsis plucked; Which when she brought, he clasped her by the middle And kiss'd her sweet, but could not read her riddle. "Ah, fool!" with that the nymph set up a laughter, And blush'd, and ran away, and he ran after. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN HEART'S FIRST WORD (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |