MARG'RET of humbler stature by the head Is (as it oft falls out with yellow hair) Than her fair sister, yet so much more fair, As her pure white is better mixt with red. This, hotter than the other ten to one, Longs to be put unto her mother's trade, And loud proclaims she lives too long a maid, Wishing for one t' untie her virgin zone. She finds virginity a kind of ware, That's very very troublesome to bear, And being gone, she thinks will ne'er be mist: And yet withal, the girl has so much grace, To call for help I know she wants the face, Though ask'd, I know not how she would resist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUTUS LIVES AGAIN IN BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY SONG FOR DECORATION DAY by HELEN C. BACON STANZAS, ON THE DEATH OF LIEUT. P. by BERNARD BARTON QUATORZAINS: 9. TO MY LYRE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: PROSPICENCE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS |