* * * Why does she put me to many indignities, Shifts to prevent myself thinking upon her, My golden Katie, who loveth not kisses? I wear my new dresses and put on silk stockings, All to prevent myself thinking upon her, Who is more lovely than fair river-lilies. |
English Poetry - http://eng-poetry.ru/english/index.php. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru |