Corinna's Not Going A-Maying
(The Lady addresses Mr. Herrick)
I like to sleep late on these fine spring
Or lie in bed dreaming and half awake,
And here's some fool babbling about Aurora
Under my window. O for heaven's sake!
I don't intend to deck myself with flowers
And walk about spangled with gems of dew.
The other girls can play at being milkmaids.
I'd feel a perfect fool. And wouldn't you?
But to your pastoral theme of sticky greenery
You bring in kisses as a counterpoint
And talk of early morning assignations ...
Aha! I think we're coming to the point.
Life is so short! you cry. But on this
Enough (enough, already) has been said.
Death's night is long, but last night isn't
Pack it in, Bob. I'm going back to bed.
The Price of Everything, The Edwin Mellen
Press, © 2001. Originally printed in The
House Treasury of Light Verse, 1995.
by permission of the author.