The Skipping-Rope


Sure never yet was antelope
Could skip so lightly by.
Stand off, or else my skipping-rope
Will hit you in the eye.
How lightly Whirls the skipping-rope !
How fairy-like you fly !
Go, get you gone, you muse and mope --
I hate that silly sigh.
Nay, dearest, teach me how to hope,
Or tell me how to die.
There, take it, take my skipping-rope,
And hang yourself thereby.


facebook share button twitter share button google plus share button tumblr share button reddit share button email share button share on pinterest pinterest

Create a library and add your favorite stories. Get started by clicking the "Add" button.
Add The Skipping-Rope to your own personal library.

Return to the Alfred Lord Tennyson Home Page, or . . . Read the next poem; The Snowdrop

It ain't what you don't know that gets you into trouble. It's what you know for sure that just ain't so.