By Moorish maiden it was plucked,
Who broke some hearts they say then:
By Saxon sweetheart it was sucked,
—Who flung the peel away then.
How should she know in Pimlico
Or t'other girl in Seville,
That I should reel upon that peel,
And wish them at the Devil!
ARCADIA.
The healthy-wealthy-wise affirm
That early birds secure the worm,
(The worm rose early too!)
Who scorns his couch should glean by rights
A world of pleasant sounds and sights
That vanish with the dew:
One planet from his watch released
Fast fading from the purple east,
As morning waxes stronger;
The comely cock that vainly strives
To crow from sleep his drowsy wives,
Who would be dozing longer.
Uxorious Chanticleer! and hark!
Upraise thine eyes, and find the lark,—
The matutine musician
Who heavenward soars on rapture's wings,
Though sought, unseen,—who mounts and sings
In musical derision.
From sea-girt pile, where nobles dwell,
A daughter waves her sire "farewell,"
Across the sunlit water:
All these I heard, or saw—for fun
I stole a march upon that sun,
And then upon that daughter.