Deep bosomed, buxom, at first glance, mature Yet but a girl who wears a woman's form, A willful girl whose brain is all aswarm With dreams and doubts, thoughts vivid and obscure. Sometimes the siren with a subtle lure Her beauty ripe, seductive, richly warm; Sometimes the slattern with her house a storm Of dirt and clutter painful to endure. She sees herself as grown to womanhood, The world views her as adolescent still, Whereat she stamps her feet—as children would— And sounds her protest, angry, sharp and shrill. But when the need is great her soul can rise To heights of labor, love and sacrifice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST CARILLON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE |