'To His Coy Mistress', reply.

[Lalaith_Elf]

for english we had to write a reply to a poem by Andrew Marvell, turnong him down. marvell lived in the 17th century. the poem he wrote is one of my favorites and it's cleverly written, using mostly metaphors, etc as the true meaning would have caused an outrage at that time. anyway this is my reply and i'm quite proud of it, since i can't really write poetry.

To My Persistant Master

Had we but world enouh, and time
Coyness would probably still be a crime.
Would we really sit down, to think which way
We would walk, to pass this long, long day
I, not by the Indian Ganges side,
But watching the North-Easts tide
No rubies would I find. You would
Really love me ten years before the flood?
And if i still refuse?
You know there will be no conversion of the Jews.
What then will you do?
Find another woman to woo?
Why spend eternity under your gaze?
Do you think I want you praise?
Why spend one hundred years,
Looking at me as if you had no cares?
And thirty thousand to the rest,
You are being such a pest.
It would not take an age to look at every part,
Do you think i would show you my heart?
For do i really derserve you in this state?
I don't belive you wouldn't love at a lower rate.
So what if you always hear,
Times winged chariot hurrying near.
So before us vast eternity lies,
Do you not realise I would rather see you die?
Real beauty lies deep inside,
You think I can't tell that you've lied?
So what in my marble vault, worms shall try,
As I, stone cold, here do lie.
My honour will never turn to dust,
So long as I avoid your lust.
I have heard, the graves a fine, private place,
But I will go without your embrace.
I know my youthful hue,
Stands still like the morning dew.
And while my willing soul transpires,
A look at you puts out all the fires.
I realise you have so much power,
But many women before you cower.
We will not roll all our strength, and all
For we are not the same ball.
You are so desperate you will not suceed,
Just go and find someone you really need.
We have no sun to make stand still,
But with another, surley I will.

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