PROPOSAL

Yes, I’m your brother, not by birth Or any tie of earth: Your brother—well, we can’t undo the past,— Because kind mother Nature cast Two minds into one mould. Do not scorn, storm or scold, That you, a girl, and I, a man, should be Alike, I as it were your travesty, Of course is very strange. We’re the same work with here and there some trifling change: You are de luxe on vellum, in the pride Of silver clasps; I, in rough hide, Bound anyhow. But since ’tis so, then let us bow, Accept the scheme, Live, sigh, laugh, hope and dream, Watch the play— Grim or gay— Side by side, you and I, ’Till we die.