Bohemian Poems, Ancient and Modern/Change of Taste
CHANGE OF TASTE
’TIS wonderful how changeable
The race of man is found,
How frequently with alt’ring age,
The heart too turneth round!
When little, they with little things
Mostly delighted are,
For which, when they are bigger grown,
They very little care.
In me though it inverted is,
This change of youthful flames,
Tom-pigeons once I us’d to love,
But now I love the dames[1].
- ↑ Holuby tom-pigeons—holubice, dame-pigeons—holubičky, little dame-pigeons, also a term of endearment.