Author Ebenezer Elliott " What! come at last? " she said, and laugh'd, Each word a seeming-spiteful shaft; " Be seated, for I ne'er again Expected here my truant swain. " Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments