Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word! Give back my book and take my kiss instead. Was it my enemy or my friend I heard? -- "What a big book for such a little head!" Come, I will show you now my newest hat, And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink. Oh, I shall love you still and all of that. I never again shall tell you what I think. I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly; You will not catch me reading any more; I shall be called a wife to pattern by; And some day when you knock and push the door, Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy, I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STREET-CRIES: 7. A SONG OF LOVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON THE KEEP-SAKE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 1 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) L'AMOUR DU MENSONGE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE CLIFF DWELLER LYRICS: ANY HOUSEWIFE'S LAMENT by BERTON BRALEY |