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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MORNING TOILET, by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: Tis sure eleven by the sun
Last Line: A thousand crowns a sprig.
Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter
First Line: Tis sure eleven by the sun
Last Line: A thousand crowns a sprig.
Alternate Author Name(s): Ramal, Walter; De La Mare, Walter
'Tis sure eleven by the sun,
And now, her morning toilet done,
Perfumed and powdered fair,
My Madame Dives, smooth and bland --
The richest lady in the land --
Reclines upon her chair.
Languidly hangs her idle wrist
In those great beads of amethyst;
Steadily her head
Turns its two eyes, as if to say,
Well, well, and here's another day
To fatten and be fed.
Honeycomb, cream and dainty fruit
Have plumped her cheek, and silked her throat
And ringleted that wig.
And only princes' minions know
Where blooms like these are made to blow --
A thousand crowns a sprig.
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