She's just a little wayward minx Conceived in nature's mold Who spreads her devastating wiles With locks of splintered gold. But soon she finds she is betrayed -- Gray tresses shade her face, Derisive breezes snatch her bald And leave her in disgrace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL TO A SINGING BIRD by PHILIP AYRES SONG by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN STRANGE PERSPECTIVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EPITAPH ON ONE DROWNED IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |