To A Little Maid By A Policeman
Come with me, little maid, Nay, shrink not, thus afraid I'll harm thee not! Fly not, my love, from me I have a home for thee A fairy grot, Where mortal eye Can rarely pry, There shall thy dwelling be! List to me, while I tell The pleasures of that cell, Oh, little maid! What though its couch be rude, Homely the only food Within its shade? No thought of care Can enter there, No vulgar swain intrude! Come with me, little maid, Come to the rocky shade I love to sing; Live with us, maiden rare Come, for we "want" thee there, Thou elfin thing, To work thy spell, In some cool cell In stately Pentonville!
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"Come with me, little maid,..."
This evocative piece by William Schwenck Gilbert, titled "To A Little Maid By A Policeman", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...