ELEGE 1: The Poet relates how he obtained Delia's pocket-handkerchief. 'Tis mine! what accents can my joy déclare ? I envy not the joy the pilgrim feels, When first with filching fingers I drew near, What tho' the eighth commandment rose to mind, The eighth commandment WAS NOT MADE FOR LOVE! Here when she took the macaroons from me, She wiped her mouth to clean the crumbs so sweet; Dear napkin yes she wiped her lips in thee! Lips sweeter than the macaroons she eat. And when she took that pinch of Mocabaw No washerwoman's filthy hand shall e'er, SWEET POCKET-HANDKERCHIEF! thy worth profane; For thou hast touched the rubies of my fair, And I will kiss thee o'er and o'er again. |