The Runaway


Has no one seen my heart of you?
   My heart has run away;
And, if you catch him, ladies, do
   Return him me, I pray.
On earth he is no more, I hear,
   Upon the land or sea;
For the women found the rogue so queer,
   They sent him back to me.
In heaven there is no purchaser
   For such strange ends and odds,
Says a jew, who goes to Jupiter
   To buy and sell old gods.
So there’s but one place more to search,
   That’s not genteel to tell,
Where demonesses go to church:—
   So christians fair, farewell.

[Kelsall, 1851]