Poor, little, pretty, fluttering thing,
Must we no longer live together?
And dost thou prune thy trembling wing,
To take thy flight thou know'st not whither?
Thy humorous vein, thy pleasing folly,
Lies all neglected, all forgot:
And pensive, wavering, melancholy,
Thou dread'st and hop'st thou know'st not what.
More verses by Matthew Prior
- Songs Set To Music: 7. Set By Mr. De Fesch
- Written In An Ovid
- The Secretary
- To A Friend On His Nuptials
- The Second Hymn Of Callimachus. To Apollo