To A Proud Beauty ('a Valentine')

Though I have loved you well, I ween,
And you, too, fancied me,
Your heart hath too divided been
A constant heart to be.
And like the gay and youthful knight,
Who loved and rode away,
Your fleeting fancy takes a flight
With every fleeting day.

So let it be as you propose,
Tho' hard the struggle be ;
'Tis fitter far-that goodness knows !-
Since we cannot agree.
Let's quarrel once for all, my sweet,
Forget the past-and then
I'll kiss each pretty girl I meet,
While you'll flirt with the men.

Adam Lindsay Gordon The copyright of the poems published here are belong to their poets. Internetpoem.com is a non-profit poetry portal. All information in here has been published only for educational and informational purposes.