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.