My aunt! my dear unmarried aunt!
Long years have oâ€™er her flown;
Yet still she strains the aching clasp
That binds her virgin zone;
I know it hurts her,â€”Âthough she looks
As cheerful as she can;
Her waist is ampler than her life,
For life is but a span.
My aunt! my poor deluded aunt!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem