Oh, come, my lad, or go, my lad,
And love me if you like.
I shall not hear the door shut
Nor the knocker strike.
Oh, bring me gifts or beg me gifts,
And wed me if you will.
I'd make a man a good wife,
Sensible and still.
And why should I be cold, my lad,
And why should you repine,
Because I love a dark head
That never will be mine?
I might as well be easing you
As lie alone in bed
And waste the night in wanting
A cruel dark head.
You might as well be calling yours
What never will be his,
And one of us be happy.
There's few enough as is.
Notes
Composition date is unknown - the above date represents the first publication date.
The lyrical form of this poem is abcb.
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Comments
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Oh my gosh! What an accurate portrayal of the female reasoning. No wonder she is one of my favorite poets...
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...melancholy. The tragically typical love triangle. Great poem.
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