Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's long after midnight Her key's in the lock, And you never see her chimney smoke Till past ten o'clock! She digs in her garden With a shovel and a spoon, She weeds her lazy lettuce By the light of the moon, She walks up the walk Like a woman in a dream, She forgets she borrowed butter And pays you back cream! Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne's lace! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER APPLE PICKING by ROBERT FROST RAIN ON A GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY THE DEPARTURE OF THE GOOD DAEMON by ROBERT HERRICK THE BIGLOW PAPERS: 3. WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |