TO MRS. HERRICK.
99
My numbers have been bold,
And bad, as those of old
Recited in religions esoteric;
But, at times, my muse is chaste,
And around her glowing waist
One ne'er could put his arm, dear Mrs. Herrick.
And bad, as those of old
Recited in religions esoteric;
But, at times, my muse is chaste,
And around her glowing waist
One ne'er could put his arm, dear Mrs. Herrick.
Now, I've madrigals, and rhymes
Of the golden olden times,
And love songs that would drive a girl hysteric;
I have triolets, rondeaux,
And a drinking-song or so
I could give you, if you'd take them, Mrs. Herrick.
Of the golden olden times,
And love songs that would drive a girl hysteric;
I have triolets, rondeaux,
And a drinking-song or so
I could give you, if you'd take them, Mrs. Herrick.
