ONE summer night, in twilight dim, A fellow wooed a maiden prim. Around her waist, with some alarm, The naughty man had put his arm. Her dimpled hand he stroked awhile, Then murmured low, with loving smile, "Could e'er so soft a thing be found, If all the world were searched around?" With laughing eyes and flaming cheeks, The maid replied, "'Tis just two weeks Since I found out that you, my pet, Have something that is softer yet!" "That I? I have? Oh, can it be? You darling, now I @3do@1 love thee!" Oh, Vanitas! No sooner said, She put her hand upon his head. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BACCALAUREATE by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE SONG FOR THE LUDDITES by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A SONG ABOUT SINGING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH |