Sonnets to a Red-Haired Lady - Part 21
O LOVELY Griddle where my Cakes of Song
Are baked! O Gulf Stream of my ocean deep!
O Human Thermos Bottle! will you keep
My love as hot as this our whole lives long?
Or will the slow years moderate the strong
Caloric currents? ... gradual years that creep
To frost Love's tootsies where he lies asleep
Shall our fate be that of the common throng?
Well, you at least will live in memory;
And that, Suzanne, is more than I can say
Of my Wife Number Twenty-one, for she
Out of my mind has faded quite away.
Too vague to be a ghost! She worshipped me,
No doubt ... but one forgets! Ah, welladay!
Are baked! O Gulf Stream of my ocean deep!
O Human Thermos Bottle! will you keep
My love as hot as this our whole lives long?
Or will the slow years moderate the strong
Caloric currents? ... gradual years that creep
To frost Love's tootsies where he lies asleep
Shall our fate be that of the common throng?
Well, you at least will live in memory;
And that, Suzanne, is more than I can say
Of my Wife Number Twenty-one, for she
Out of my mind has faded quite away.
Too vague to be a ghost! She worshipped me,
No doubt ... but one forgets! Ah, welladay!
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