poems FRO

1 JENNY KISSED ME BY LEIGH HUNT
JENNY KISSED ME WHEN WE MET JUMPING FROM THE CHAIR SHE SAT IN TIME YOU THIEF WHO LOVE TO GET SWEETS INTO YOUR LIST PUT THAT IN SAY I'M WEARY SAY I'M SAD SAY THAT HEALTH AND WEALTH HAVE MISSED ME SAY I'M GROWING OLD JENNY KISSED ME

2 SAID THE ROSE BY GEORGE H MILES
I AM WEARY OF THE GARDEN SAID THE ROSE FOR THE WINTER WINDS ARE SIGHING ALL MY PLAYMATES ROUND ME DYING AND MY LEAVES WILL SOON BE LYING 'NEATH THE SNOW BUT I HEAR MY MISTRESS COMING SAID THE ROSE SHE WILL TAKE ME TO HER CHAMBER WHERE THE HONYSUCKLES CLAMBER AND I'LL BLOOM THERE ALL DECEMBER SPITE THE SNOWS SWEETER FELL HER LILY FINGER THAN THE BEE AH HOW FEEBLY I RESISTED SMOTHED MY THORNS AND EV'N ASSISTED AS ALL BLUSHING I WAS TWISTED OFF MY TREE AND SHE FIXED ME IN HER BOSOM LIKE A STAR AND I FLASHED THERE ALL THAT MORNING JASMIN HONEYSUCKLE SCORNING PARASITES FOREVER FAWNING THAT THEY ARE AND WHEN EVENING CAME SHE SET ME IN A VASE ALL OF RARE AND RADIANT METAL AND I FELT HER RED LIPS SETTLE O MY LEAVES TILL EACH PROUD PETAL TOUCHED HER FACE AND I SHONE ABOUT HER SLUMBERS LIKE A LIGHT AND I SAID INSTEAD OF WEEPING IN THE GARDEN VIGIL KEEPING HERE I WATCH MY MISTRESS SLEEPING EVERY NIGHT BUT WHEN MORNING WITH ITS SUNBEAMS SOFTLY SHONE IN THE MIRROR WHERE SHE BRAIDED HER BROWN HAIR I SAW HOW JADED OLD AND COLORLWSS AND FADED I HAD GROWN NOT A DROP OF DEW WAS ON ME FROM MY LEAVES NO ODOR STARTED ALL MY PEFUME HAD DEPARTED I LAY PALE AND BROKEN HEARTED IN THE SUN STILL I SAID HER SMILE IS BETTER THAN THE RAIN THOUGH MY FRAGANCE MAY FORSAKE ME TO HER BOSOM SHE WILL TAKE ME AND WITH CRIMSON KISSES MAKE ME YOUNG AGAIN SHE TOOK ME GAZED A SECOND HALF A SIGH THEN ALAS CAN HEARTS SO HARDEN WITHOUT EVER ASKING PARDON THREW ME BACK IN TO THE GARDEN THERE TO DIE HOW THE JEALOUS GARDEN GLORIED IN MY FALL HOW THE HONEYSUCKLE CHID ME HOW THE SNEERING JASMINS BID ME LIGHT THE LONG GRAY GRASS THAT HID ME LIKE A PALL THERE I LAY BENEATH HER WINDOW IN A SWOON TILL THE EARTHWORM O'ER ME TRAILING WOKE ME JUST AT TWILIGHT'S FALLING AS TO THE WHIP POOR WILL WAS WAILING TO THE MOON BUT I HEAR THE STORM WINDS STIRING IN THEIR LAIR AND I KNOW THEY SOON WILL LIFT ME IN THEIR GIANT ARMS AND SIFT ME INTO ASHES AS THEY DRIFT ME THROUGH THE AIR SO I PRAY THEM IN THEIR MERCY JUST TO TAKE FROM MY HEARTS OR NEAR IT THE LAST LEAVING LEAF AND BEAR IT TO HER FEET AND BID HER WEAR FOR MY SAKE

3 WALK SLOWLY BY ADELAIDE LOVE
IF YOU SHOULD GO BEFORE ME DEAR WALK SLOWLY DOWN THE WAYS OF DEATH WELL WORN AND WIDE FOR I WOULD WANT TO OVERTAKE YOU QUICKLY AND SEEK THE JOURNEY'S ENDING BY YOUR SIDE I WOULD BE SO FORLORN NOT TO DESCRY YOU DOWN SOME SHINING HIGH ROAD WHEN I CAME WALK SLOWLY DEAR AND OFTEN LOOK BEHIND YOU AND PAUSE TO HEAR IF SOMEONE CALLS YOUR NAME