 | Love-Lore (1895) |  |
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FOR LOVE'S SAKE
I would I were a fly on my Love's cheek, Or flea
On her white bosom, or poor humble bee
To sting her lip when I would honey seek:
Since flies or fleas may come my Mistress nigh,
All happier than I.
On her white bosom, or poor humble bee
To sting her lip when I would honey seek:
Since flies or fleas may come my Mistress nigh,
All happier than I.
O Love! transform me. No shape were amiss To take.
Her four-legg'd favourite, centipede, or snake,
I'd be if She my prettiness would kiss,
And fondle me: so I might crawl beside
This most dear Thing of Pride.
Her four-legg'd favourite, centipede, or snake,
I'd be if She my prettiness would kiss,
And fondle me: so I might crawl beside
This most dear Thing of Pride.
Change me to anything that She can love! A toad:
The jewel in my head I would unload;
Some happier day She might the gift approve.
Or make me (bully Jove! Love's memory jog,)
A beautiful bull-frog!
The jewel in my head I would unload;
Some happier day She might the gift approve.
Or make me (bully Jove! Love's memory jog,)
A beautiful bull-frog!
| Love-Lore (1895) | |