18 Jan 05 9:05 AM
Well...I was reading through a book of poetry I have on loan from the library last night and came across this lovely gem. I couldn't help but be reminded of the relationship between Finduilas and Thorongil, particularly as it relates to Hands of the King. I copied it down and think its worth sharing, if only to see if it makes anyone else laugh, too.
"No, Thank You, John"
I never said I loved you, John;
Why will you tease me day by day
And wax a weariness to think upon
With always "do" and "pray"?
You know I never loved you, John;
No fault of mine made me your toast:
Why will you haunt me with a face as wan
As shows an hour-old ghost?
I dare say Meg or Moll would take
Pity upon you, if you'd ask:
And pray don't remain single for my sake
Who can't perform that task.
I have no heart?---Perhaps I have not;
But then you're mad to take offence
That I don't give you what I have not got:
Use your own common sense.
Let bygones be bygones:
Don't call me false, who owed not to be true:
I'd rather answer "No" to fifty Johns
Than answer "Yes" to you.
Let's mar our pleasant days no more,
Song-birds of passage, days of youth:
Catch at to-day, forget the days before;
I'll wink at your untruth.
Let us stike hands, as hearty friends;
No more, nor less; and friendship's good:
Only don't keep in view ulterior ends,
And points not understood
In open treaty. Rise above
Quibbles and shuffling off and on.
Here's friendship for you if you like; but love,---
No, thank you, John.
-Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)