I was so chill, and overworn, and sad, To be a lady was the only joy I had. I walked the street as silent as a mouse, Buying fine clothes, and fittings for the house. But since I saw my love I wear a simple dress, And happily I move Forgetting weariness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LOVE SONG by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE THE SECOND BROTHER; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A FABLE FOR POETS by BERTON BRALEY TO A YOUTHFUL FRIEND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE GIVEN HEART by ABRAHAM COWLEY |