 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
CARPE DIEM
By studying my lady's eyes
I've grown so learnèd day by day,
So Machiavelian in this wise,
That when I send her flowers, I say
I've grown so learnèd day by day,
So Machiavelian in this wise,
That when I send her flowers, I say
To each small flower (no matter what,
Geranium, pink, or tuberose,
Syringa, or forget-me-not,
Or violet) before it goes:
Geranium, pink, or tuberose,
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Or violet) before it goes:
“Be not triumphant, little flower,
When on her haughty heart you lie,
But modestly enjoy your hour:
She'll weary of you by and by.”
When on her haughty heart you lie,
But modestly enjoy your hour:
She'll weary of you by and by.”
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |