Maidens, gather not the yew,
Leave the glossy myrtle sleeping;
Any lad was born untrue,
Never a one is fit your weeping.
Pretty dears, your tumult cease;
Love's a fardel, burthening double.
Clear your hearts, and have you peace-
Gangway, girls: I'll show you trouble.
Prologue To A Saga
Dorothy Parker
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Poem topics: I love you, never, peace, clear, pretty, trouble, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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