BROWN eyes, Straight Nose; Dirt pies, Rumpled clothes; Torn books, Spoiled toys; Arch looks, Unlike a boy's; Little rages, Obvious arts; (Three her age is), Cakes, tarts; Falling down Off chairs; Breaking crown Down stairs; Catching flies On the pane; Deep sighs,-- Cause not plain; Bribing you with kisses For a few Farthing blisses; Wide awake, As you hear, "Mercy's sake, Quiet, dear!" New shoes, New frock, Vague views Of what's o'clock, When it's time To go to bed, And scorn sublime For what it said; Folded hands, Saying prayers, Understands Not, nor cares; Thinks it odd, Smiles away; Yet may God Hear her pray! Bedgown white, Kiss Dolly; Good-night! -- That's Polly. Fast asleep, As you see; Heaven keep My girl for me ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE GRAPE-VINE SWING by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS OUR SOLDIERS' SANTIAGO SONG by DAVID GRAHAM ADEE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 86. AL-JAMI'H by EDWIN ARNOLD TO THE HONOURABLE AND VIRTUOUS LADY, THE LADY TASBURGH by WILLIAM BASSE URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE |