UPON the Kerb, a maiden neat— Her hazel eyes are passing sweet— There stands and waits in dire distress: The muddy road is pitiless, And 'busses thunder down the street! A snowy skirt, all frills and pleat; Two tiny, well-shod, dainty feet Peep out, beneath her kilted dress, Upon the Kerb. She'll first advance, and then retreat, Half-frightened by a hansom fleet. She looks around, I must confess, With marvellous coquettishness!— Then droops her eyes and looks discreet, Upon the Kerb! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GOLDEN NET by WILLIAM BLAKE LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE O SLEEP, MY BABE! by SARA COLERIDGE IN AFTER DAYS; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |