No words I say to her can break The calmness of her certitude, When I point out a slight mistake She makes me feel I am being rude. Serenity with a complete Lack of most ordinary sense, Hoist down my standard in defeat Before I marshall my defence. Too positive to be quite wise, Too negatively prim, One feels he should apologize While asking her to marry him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH THE KID by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE ADIEU, TO A FRIEND LEAVING SUFFOLK by BERNARD BARTON AMORINO by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |